peregrine macchiato.in honor of national coffee day, starbucks is going to try their best to make their coffee not taste like shit. perhaps that sounds a bit hypocritical coming from someone who documented her first starbucks pumpkin spiced latte of the season on her iphone.
i still love a lot of starbucks drinks, but anything i will actually order is more likely to induce a sugar coma than get me started for an invigorating day of calendars and all-around time wastement. there are a lot of independent coffee shops in dc, and at the risk of sounding insufferable, i would choose any one of them over starbucks - if not for the hand crafted coffee, then for the abundance of foamed milk leafs, dogs and hippies.
my favorite drinks lately have been espressos. they remind me of france where everyone sipped from tiny little cups and you could find dispensers everywhere that charged only a euro. i was never able to taste any different flavors in coffee, but in espressos i can. it makes the experience more like drinking wine. ugh, french people and their refined palates and hand-rolled cigarettes. i hate envy adore you.
today i am celebrating national coffee day by letting the rain and melancholy get the best of me and generally acting like i need a big cup of coffee. happy day.
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