Americano

I asked for a grande iced Americano at our campus Starbucks and instead got a piping hot venti Americano and a lukewarm venti Americano. I could have waited for the correct third version but there is a limit on how much Americano even I can ingest.

I know there’s some cool metaphor hiding within the Americano adventure but I’m exhausted and can’t find it. The exhaustion is actually the reason for the Americanos.

4 thoughts on “Americano

  1. I’m in Seattle tomorrow, I promise I’ll order an Americano at the best cafe in the city (Victrola Coffee Roasters) raise it in toast, and say “This one’s for Clarissa!” before I drink it.

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  2. [flashback to a 1980s Folger’s coffee commercial]

    “We’ve secretly replaced the regular competent Starbucks staff with some trainees from a failing shop in London. Let’s see if anyone notices.”

    I suppose they thought you’d “suck it up” and “cope” in the English way.

    If only I could get any London Starbucks to make a “proper” Frappuccino in the American way — if I wanted a slightly colder chocolate milk with coffee, I’d have gone to Costa Coffee instead …

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