
The Starbucks Phenomenon: entering a franchised, merchandised, advertised, serialized establishment anywhere in the world with the full guarantee of an identical experience in each location. I am probably in the minority here, but I am thankful that from Tokyo to Aberdeen,
Deptford, NJ to
Dunwoody, GA, all Starbucks are the same. Today I took the afternoon off, went into town to my Aberdeen Starbucks, ordered my very favorite eggnog latte, and knitted for a blissful hour to the strains of Johnny Mathis Christmas tunes in the background. The cups were holiday red, the drinks were frothy and warm, if overpriced, and when I closed my eyes and ignored the
barista saying, "Eat in or take away?" I could have been sitting at the Barnes and Noble Starbucks back home. For the
wanderlusting tourist this phenomenon is a harsh reminder of the shrinking planet, the influence of American culture, big business at its worst. For me, the
expatriot, it is a comforting taste of home.

My Starbucks on Union Street.
2 comments:
Dear Beck,
I'm sure the two baristas in this family will love this tribute. Let's plan to go to Starbucks in Haddonfield while you're home. They even have a fireplace.
Love,
Mom
Amen!! I whole-heartedly agree!!! :-)
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