I Love Lattes Monologue

Ultimately, Drinking Coffee Elsewhere is a story of regret. At the end of the tale, Dina gives a heartfelt reminiscence of her college days, now long past, and the opportunities she missed and friendships she broke. One person in particular, Heidi, could have been a close and important friend. Instead, Dina’s harsh and unpleasant demeanor severed a deep connection. In fact, Dina’s quick and

I’m just me. He is everything I’d imagine that “me” could be, if I stepped outside our box and found a plain to release these ideas of everything we’ve ever wanted to be. I’m solitary, mindful, a Garfield, a Seinfeld, least to say extraordinarily nothing special but not quite nothing special at all. I love the smooth sooth of Brazilian jazz music and cool days that paint pictures of fall. Handling thin brush tips that paint pix I could hang on my wall. He’s Los Angeles’s Sunset Blvd in the dark magic hours prior to dawn. Where the spot light rests upon the culprits of the moon randomly moving in unison. I quietly await the storms demise. Many moons have passed since we’ve viewed a frozen stretch of land called home. Where great bodies collide

Imagine that you are living in Philadelphia in August of 1793. You have fallen on hard times; no job, no money, no family, no home, and the talk of fever is worrisome. Standing in front of Cook’s Coffeehouse, you wander inside. Mattie greets you with a warm smile. You are tired and frustrated with the prospect of no job, and Mattie hesitantly takes you back to the kitchen because you look so distraught. You share your situation with Mattie. Mattie informs you that they recently lost their serving girl, Polly, to a mysterious fever. She offers you the job along with room and board.

“Caramel frappuccino like always please” I requested. I usually end up talking to Kimmie who works at Starbucks, she seems like a nice and outgoing person. It was hot and a cloudless day, most people

“Ooh! Um, can you do a white chocolate mocha, but with raspberry? Yeah, that. And uh… Fuck...” I look back to the menu, trying to remember what Eddie had requested a moment ago. “The thing! Java… blended thing. Java chip frappuccino. That’s it. One of those.” We lock eyes for a moment and I beam up at him. “Uh, that’s it. I think. Yes, definitely. Thank you!” I handed him a wad of cash and turned around, cursing myself for being so painstakingly awkward. It was as if I hadn’t had human interaction for months rather than just a few

Coffee brews under a drip of scalding water, beans grind in the gears of a metal mechanism set atop the bar, and the chatter of patrons syncs with the sound of steaming milk in each Starbucks cafe chain. Like most cafes, the aroma of Arabica overwhelms all others, natural light shines in through the windows to touch the wooden tables, and the murmurs of conversations can be heard throughout the edifice. However, whereas the plebeian palate that feigns good taste finds pleasure in drinking coffee in its most basic form so that the true flavors of the drink might be relished, the rising youth of our post-modern society realize that coffee is best prepared when the taste of the bean is overwhelmed by various artificial flavors and sugars—undoubtedly cancerous but utterly unimportant. These developing connoisseurs of high society, with all their charm and intelligence, make it clear that Starbucks is the only cafe from which anyone who is anyone must buy one’s coffee. Starbucks, truly a place for the cultural and coffee elite, consistently attracts three intriguingly eccentric and completely loyal customers of both sharp wit and fine intellect: the female Women’s Studies major, the flagrant homosexual male, and the out-of-place conservative.

North of Manhattan, a good cup of coffee is hard to come by; the taste is lacking in strength and not much thought is put into its production. Profit-seeking coffee chains like Dunkin Donuts and Donut Delight are widespread and lack in quality. More often than not, coffee is a $3 afterthought of dessert, rather than a delicacy in itself. Lorca cafe, situated in downtown Stamford on Bedford Street, appreciates the artistry and skill that must be employed to brew a decent cup of coffee. Spanish and western-Mediterranean influences are uniform throughout the flavors and venue. The chic, modern atmosphere is equipped with ample power outlets to provide the perfect workplace for the productive

The music blared so loud through the speakers at the bar and grill MacGowan's Haven, that Alannah Chambers worked at that she had to shout in order for her customers to hear her. "What would you like sir?" She yelled at the middle aged man on the other side of the counter. He was a heavy set man with thinning salt and pepper colored hair and thick glasses, he wore faded blue jeans and a blue shirt that looked like it seen better days. Lots of them. He had a mustard stain on his shirt too that he hadn't bothered to wipe up. "Uh, I'll take a beer and a piece of that ass babe," he said, and grinned wickedly at her. If it had been a few years sooner, Alannah would have ignored him, but not this time, she was done with little-miss-shy-girl that

Introduction: So it’s that time of year again; fall is upon us with Halloween and Thanksgiving just around the corner. One of my favorite things to do this time of year is to go to Starbucks and order a warm latte.

“The concept behind the business is to create a place for social gatherings that’s a little bit outside of the norm. When most people think of coffee, they think of early morning midafternoon, quiet ambiance, bring your laptop, put your headphones on and tune out the rest of the world while you get a book report or something done. Here we’re trying to make coffee a little more social and let people know that coffee can be enjoyed as a social staple alongside music” he

How often have you walked into a coffee shop or sauntered up to one of our espresso bars only to become totally confused by the coffee-speak around you? If you’ve ever had that deer-in-the-headlights-look when a barista says, “What’s your pleasure today?” this post is for you!

I walk down Hillsborough Street on a windy, brisk day, passing many people on the sidewalk. I approach the store entrance, noticing the large, hand painted sign in their front window. Opening the door, I walk in and instantly feel warm and comfortable. The store is dimly lit with soft jazz playing in the background. Many tables and booths line the store and most are filled with students working and people socializing. I approach the counter and order my regular, an iced mint mocha. As I order, the employee and I make small talk, asking each other about our days. After I order, I step to the side to wait for my drink. As I wait, I look around the store, seeing the shelves of art and cultural pieces in the front and posters advertising their locally roasted coffee and the fair-trade practice. An employee calls out my drink and I take it from the counter, thanking the employee as I walk away. I walk back toward the front, open the door and exit; warm and happy from getting my favorite coffee and the welcoming store environment.

“Large café latte?” the barista at Lake Avalon Coffee shop called out in a cheerful voice.

I can always look forward to starting my day off, with a steaming cup of coffee, I love that even if it 's a cold, dark, and gloomy day outside, a big cup of coffee can get me through the day. I could go on and on about my appreciation and fondness over the drink itself, but I won’t. However, I would like to share with you a remarkable phenomenon that I’ve come to notice, it is other people sharing this experience, this love for coffee, and they do it all across the globe in shops known as “cafes,” or “coffee shops.” And this is exactly what Howard Schultz (The CEO

I sat at a small table and order (approximately) twenty five cups of coffee and enjoying myself with Mark Twain’s company until Audrey finally stormed out of her office and tossed the cafe’s uniform at me after shouting at a waitress that if she served me one more cup of coffee she would be fired. After that day, I became the youngest staff member of Caffeine No.5.