I am just back from attending meetings, and suffered a Starbucks (what they described as a double espresso) in the train station this morning. Italian style, I drank it standing up, raincoat over one arm, briefcase attached by its shoulder strap to my shoulder.
Well, I had requested that it be served in a proper cup - and it was - and found that some brown sugar made it more palatable.
An aside: Why do Starbucks - and some other places no longer serve sugar in sachets but instead in these elegant looking but utterly useless tiny, tiny little paper tubes which are almost impossible to open without spilling the contents everywhere? And, instead of a proper spoon, they have these idiotic little wooden things, like a tiny stick.
Anyway, between spilling, and ripping the things open, and trying to pour sugar, and I note the shrinking quite miserable amounts of sugar found in these tubes in the first place, - sachets used to have generous amounts of sugar, not a few miserable, glued together grains - I used three of the sachet/cylinders/tubes - much of which ended up on the counter.
After my meeting, I visited a cheesemonger, and my specialist fountain pen shop (but the owner was on holiday).
No more coffees, though.
Well, I had requested that it be served in a proper cup - and it was - and found that some brown sugar made it more palatable.
An aside: Why do Starbucks - and some other places no longer serve sugar in sachets but instead in these elegant looking but utterly useless tiny, tiny little paper tubes which are almost impossible to open without spilling the contents everywhere? And, instead of a proper spoon, they have these idiotic little wooden things, like a tiny stick.
Anyway, between spilling, and ripping the things open, and trying to pour sugar, and I note the shrinking quite miserable amounts of sugar found in these tubes in the first place, - sachets used to have generous amounts of sugar, not a few miserable, glued together grains - I used three of the sachet/cylinders/tubes - much of which ended up on the counter.
After my meeting, I visited a cheesemonger, and my specialist fountain pen shop (but the owner was on holiday).
No more coffees, though.
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