I just suck them. Kind of placates the weirdy oral fixation that makes me want to drink warm milky liquids through a plastic hole (latte to go) just a little bit more.
Starbuck is an adult pleasure palace/womb. It’s dark; turdy brown, comfy chairs, slightly dirty, distant chatter but nothing obtrusive. And the suckling of warm milk.
I rarely go there… Mainly because I hate the music (squirty McJazz; zzz) and because the people that work there are all MacDonalds/7-11 rejects. I don’t need an extra layer of annoyance to my day.
I knew I wasn’t going there for the coffee. You can’t call it a homely feeling because home isn’t like that. It’s like sitting on the toilet reading the newspaper having a crap feeling. Yes, a brown feeling?