I hate Starbucks. I said it. I hate their coffee. Every day I come into work, and every day I hope for different coffee. Every morning, I wake up and turn on my coffee pod, pop in a pod of coffee and am confident in knowing that my POD COFFEE will taste better than what we have in this office. Every day, around this time (10AM), I feel that I need a pick me up. Every day, I return--defeated--to the pot of Starbucks "French Roast" that awaits me, because it is all we have. With much chagrin and yes, anger, I pour a cup being sure to have 2 parts milk to every burnt ounce of coffee. And here I sit, caffeinated? Yes. With a taste in my mouth reminscent of the smell of burnt rubber? Yes.
How can millions of people be wrong, you might ask. I don't have an answer to that, but I equate it with something to do with not really liking coffee, but liking convenience that looks gourmet. Maybe it's like with McDonald's hamburgers--they don't taste like what a hamburger should taste like, they taste like McDonald's. Fortunately, we do not have hamburgers in our office. Though my hatred for SB is beyond palpable, I have to applaud their marketing. From my understanding, they collect the burnt out coffee beans that no one in the world wants, schelp them back to the US and mark up the price by 2000%. Then, they pay a little more for the coffee cups and everyone comes in, coughs up $3.25 for a latte and happily goes about their day.
Here are some important things to know about me:
1) I love coffee.
2) I love strong coffee.
3) I like coffee shops.
4) For all of these reasons, I hate Starbucks.
And nothing will change my mind.
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