It's over! I have said so long to Starbucks' coffee. We grew apart awhile ago and only recently did I try to salvage the relationship. I want to say it's not them but me, but it's really them. Or, I should say it's because of Peet's coffee that I no longer care for Starbucks' coffee anymore.
I was so into Starbucks. I had their coffee everyday like clockwork. A venti cappuccino with two packets of Splendawas my order. I was there so much the baristas didn't ask me for my drink order anymore. They would say, " …and anything to eat?"
I was Norm and Starbucks was my Cheers.
Then, it, crashed into my life. I don't know if it was the longing for something new, or the feeling that I just could not go on being unhappy and feeling like there was something missing from my daily brew. I knew I was stepping over a line that most never cross, but I needed to feel whole.
I needed to know that there was no other option out there that I was letting slip by because I was comfortable where I was at.
That's how I was seduced over to the dark, intense flavor of Peet's coffee. Like some exotic beauty with luscious lips and curvy hips, Peet's coffee-soul kissed me away from the frumpy girl next door: Starbucks.
Starbucks coffee is like being kissed on the cheek at the family reunion by the pretty cousin you have a crush on, and Peet's coffee is like being French kissed by a naked Rosario Dawson on a deserted strip of beach in the Caribbean. I could never go back once I tasted the deep roasted flavor of Peet's slightly bitter brew.
After one sip of Peet's coffee, Starbucks' coffee seemed like a warm beverage for children. There was no depth of flavor, no hint of far off lands and foreign cultures like there was in every sip of Peet's lovely brew. Starbucks' coffee simply lay there and expected me to be happy that I was with it… no effort, no passion, only hype. While Peet's coffee would grab me, feel me up, and then kiss me, as if it was saying, "Hello, baby, I really missed you."
In time, I went hard core and started getting my small cappuccino dry with four packets of Splenda. The sweet taste of Splenda melded with the bitter taste of Peet's coffee, transforming my drink into and exciting mélange of flavor and seduction. I tasted dark chocolate with cherry overtones, and the sweet bitterness of dark treacle.
This coffee…this woman, dark and lovely is my mistress. She is my passion, my obsession, and my muse. I am merely existing in-between the times when I have her and when I do not.
Good bye, Starbucks… pretty, dull cousin. Hello my dark beauty, my love.