I am sitting, no stereotype of the American intellectual intended (that would be in Dupont Circle instead) in my local Starbucks and sipping my all-time signature drink, a Passion Tea with ice.
Why Starbucks?
Because I had to run to the drugstore and after that five-minute walk, I was already feeling dehydrated and I happened to have a notebook in my purse (thus, this blog article). And given certain ''circumstances'', I preferred to spend a few hours away from home.
Why Passion Tea?
- Because it's pink.
- Because it's virtually fat and calorie-free.
- Because of it's name (thus, me falling in the trap of good Starbucks marketing).
- Because last summer, when I visited my soon-to-be (J-60, by the way!) school, New York University, I was constantly drinking Passion Tea.
- Finally, because I love the taste of Passion Tea. And no, I haven't bought teabags from Starbucks, where would be the whole point of going to Starbucks then?
But I might when I'll leave DC, since I heard that Starbucks in Paris are scarce and unaffordable (Fifteen dollars for a Caramel Mocchiato????!!!!!!)
Besides, Starbucks = one of the most typical aspects of American culture = home sweet home. Let's try to resist for once the downside of globalization (c.f. blog entry no.1). Starbucks is actually my favorite aspect of this dear American culture, because of the obvious caffeine supply it represents, but also because the art of coffee is slightly more sophisticated than fast food chains, such as McDonalds. Talking of McDonals, when I lived in Lebanon, I constantly ate there. The food was organic and delicious and the stores were clean. When I first stepped into a McDonalds in the United States, I was assaulted by a smell of rotten trash. I didn't go in further. For years. Then in Boston, my friends convinced me to enter a store that, surprisingly, was very very clean. That's the moment I enjoyed my childhood treat, french fries (that end up directly on my Bounda, google it). Yum.
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