I’m not really supposed to have caffeine. Heart condition, palpitations, that sort of “frail Victorian lady” bullshit. So I usually tempt fate and indulge in a delicious yet deadly cafe mocha from the downtown Firehook Bakery across the street from my office.
Today after my allergy testing fun I really needed a pick-me-up. So, far from Firehook, I wandered into the Washington Circle Starbucks for a “tall skinny mocha” or whatever the hell they call it. When it’s up I collect it and am on my way to relax in the circle and let my blisters fade when it strikes me that the cup is incredibly lightweight. There seems to be no heft from the mocha or the espresso shots. I lift the lid and peer in – what do I see? Whipped cream. Literally over half the cup must be whipped cream.
Now I know people joke that Starbucks is in the dairy business, not the coffee business, but this is ridiculous. So I return to the counter and sweetly say, “Miss, I’m sorry. No whipped cream, please.”
She rolls her eyes and makes another mocha.
This time, it’s filled to the brim with actual liquid.
What the f*%#@? Is this typical, Starbucks drinkers, or is this a case of bad barrista?
This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs
As one of the founding editors of We Love DC, Jenn’s passions are theater and cocktails. After two decades in the city, she’s loved every quirky, mundane, elegant, rude minute of her DC life. A proud advocate for DC’s talented drinks scene, she’s judged the Corcoran Gallery of Art’s ARTINI contest, the DC Rickey Month contest, the Jefferson Hotel’s Quill Cocktail competition, and is a founding member of LUPEC DC. A graduate of Catholic University’s drama program, she toured the country as a member of National Players, and has been both an actor and a costume designer before jumping the aisle to theater criticism. Writing for We Love DC restored her happiness after a life-threatening illness, and she’s grateful to you, dear readers. Send your suggestions to jenn (at) welovedc (dot) com and follow her on Twitter.
