Now places like Starbucks are normally places which I frequent only when necessary. They talk a different language to me. They have three sizes of drink and it’s not large, medium, or small...it's something else...tall...grande....venti? It’s all Italian to me and I'm sure these words are just different words for large (L / XL / XXL). I find all this new fangled lingua-cafe far too confusing and intimidating so I have one drink I want and know and the rest I ignore.
Not anymore. I now worship a new religion and that religion is the dulce de leche frappuccino. A heady calorific cocktail of blended coffee, crushed ice, whipped cream and caramel. (To be honest - it's not too different in taste to a mug of gold blend left too long to go cold - but it seems to work in this part of the world). With all the branches of Starbucks around here I get to worship in this church quite regularly. They also all seem to have free wi-fi allowing me to preach the word of el-dulce to you all.
Not anymore. I now worship a new religion and that religion is the dulce de leche frappuccino. A heady calorific cocktail of blended coffee, crushed ice, whipped cream and caramel. (To be honest - it's not too different in taste to a mug of gold blend left too long to go cold - but it seems to work in this part of the world). With all the branches of Starbucks around here I get to worship in this church quite regularly. They also all seem to have free wi-fi allowing me to preach the word of el-dulce to you all.
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