The red cups are in. Simple pleasures.
Starbucks in Portland
It is almost a mortal sin to go to Starbucks when you live in Portland, at least for coffee. If you’re going for a blended drink and accept the reality that it is not coffee you’re A-OK. So here I am, and I’ve discovered a new hobby. Listening to the orders as they’re called out.
My favorite so far has been: Grande double whip skinny non-fat white chocolate raspberry mocha. I’m pretty sure half of those words are unnecessary. I’m also a fan of “caramel extra caramel macciato” because it’s incredibly fun to say and that is a lot of caramel.
