The Pioneer Square Diaries, Vol. 2
A friend and I met for coffee and more than we bargained for in Pioneer Square this evening. It turned out that the various hip-and-happening coffee spots down there all close at seven or before—perhaps girding for the Omega-Man-like panhandler onslaught to come—so we ended up at Starbucks. (Honestly, Starbucks' drip coffee is a better bet than what they serve at your typical "independent" coffee place in Seattle. I'm serious. Yes, I know it's Seattle.)
When I observed that there were no cushy chairs, our barista mentioned that he used to work at the Starbucks very near the corporate headquarters, which always got the coolest new furniture. I asked if Howard Schultz had come in much. He did, and also used the drive-thru. Sensing a scoop worthy of you, the blog readers who define my existence, I asked what Schultz's standard order had been. And, indeed, he always got the same thing. If I'm reciting it correctly, it was a short three-quarter nonfat latte. In other words, 3/4 full. I asked the barista to repeat the order so I would be sure to remember it (again, thinking of YOU), and he was kind enough to make the appropriate barista notations on the appropriate cup and give to me.
posted at 12:45 AM
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