I remember I had Starbucks at least twice a week when I was living in the US. It was relatively cheap and so convenient. Not so much in Switzerland. My tall drink cost me almost 7 swiss francs but I did manage to order it in French with the help of my friend. It was a pure moment of joy when I picked up my drink in that familiar paper cup and took my first sip. It was like Christmas had exploded in my mouth. All the familiar flavors, the smell, that warm fuzzy feeling in my stomach. Sometimes it is the simple things in life. Even if it is a commercially produced, overpriced, mass marketed product. I suppose that's what makes it truly American...... and so delicious. I can't have Starbucks every day but it certainly was a welcome treat on an otherwise ordinary Wednesday. So when you go to Starbucks pour a tall, soy, 2 pump cinnamon dolce, no water, no foam, chai tea latte for your hommie. Word.
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