Category Archives: drink

More about last night

Incidentally, or perhaps not so incidentally, at a dinner a couple of months ago with C., I ordered a 0 alcohol beer and got a buzz.

Truth is I have tee-totaled for a long long time. It affects one’s tolerance.

Last night, at the Beach (see my post today about “what’s going on”), I had a Heinekein 00. It was fine. I was fine. Maybe it was that second zero?

I ordered the beer on account of that’s how Taco Tuesday works. 9 dollars for three but you gotta get a drink with that.

Just in case 00 was going to make me tipsy, I squeezed limes then I added water into the glass.

Anyway, I walked home without too much swerving and I like me some non-alco beer.

A little gift

My Starbucks addiction has to do with the app and rewards. Now that the new CEO has cut back the company give-backs, I am weaning myself.

For a while, I accepted every challenge [and met most].

Let’s face it, my (bought) loyalty garnered me 100 points here and there. In real life, that’s the occasional free iced coffee.

To get the full bang for my buck, I always ordered the Trenta.

That’s a lot of coffee, and a lot more than doctor- recommended.

As a once staunch critic of the brand, I should have eschewed these prizes. As a gamer, I had to play.

No offers.

Oh, good. I can get a cup I might actually enjoy elsewhere.

I am missing out on the points that come automatically from each purchase. A pass, I am willing to make.

Gateway?

Is Starbucks providing a gateway drug that leads straight to the umbrella drink?

As I waited for my doppio or flatwhite, I watched in fascination as the barista made a green and pink concoction. That touch of vitriol adds a frisson, a bit of danger that makes the whole thing that much more attractive.

The typical mix from the Starbucks menu tends toward the ultra-sweet, extra-caloric, and hyper-colorful. This is true of even their coffees and also the puppy treat they dispense.

Her customers for the pretty green and pink glass were two tweens who placed identical orders. Nonetheless, they each grabbed a straw to sample what first came off the assembly line.

I was distracted, so I did not witness the second share, although it would have only been fair!

Eventually, these girls would graduate (or could) to an alcohol laden very sweet and pretty item at an adult emporium. They might grab a straw to get a fresh taste of what the barkeep had created and then dip the same straw in the next one he made.