A Starbucks is a Starbucks is a Starbucks…
I head a joke the other day in which the comedian referred to his confusion every time he walked into a Starbucks – wondering if he’d been transported to mid-90’s Seattle. Some Starbucks, no matter how cookie-cutter, seem like home, though. Over a recent weekend ‘back home’ I wandered into the Starbucks I frequented all last summer and I had a sweet, nostalgic, 2011esque feel wrapped around me… even though there’s not much special about its décor.
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