From the current issue of Time magazine:
"At about noon Harris and Klebold returned to the library. All but two
wounded kids and four teachers had managed to get out while they were
gone. The gunmen fired a few more rounds out the window at cops and
medics below. Then Klebold placed one final Molotov cocktail, made from
a Frappuccino bottle, on a table. As it sizzled and smoked, Harris shot
himself, falling to the floor. When Klebold fired seconds later, his
Boston Red Sox cap landed on Harris' leg. They were dead by 12:05 p.m.,
when the sprinkler turned on, extinguishing what was supposed to be
their last bomb."
Aren't Frappuccino bottles a little, er, dainty for bomb shells, anyway?
Yours in questionable taste,
Dean
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Before you buy.
> Truly, this has been a dubious banner year for the Starbucks Corporation
> of the great Northwest. The astronomical rate of national infection
> has bee good for SpaceNeedleland, bad, bad, bad for independent coffee
> retailers and cafes, and lovers of *good* coffee (like Peet's of
> California.)
The Starbucks' founder once worked for Peets. He learned roasting
techniques there. The taste is similar. I always thought Peet's had the
edge, but recently my sister brought some out; I was disappointed. With
the possible exception of perhaps Spinelli's, Starbucks is better coffee
than anything else that had previously existed in SF. I used to spend a
lot of time in various neighborhood coffee houses. There was a lot of
mediocre coffee. Certainly not as good as what you could get anywhere in
Italy or France, the roasting traditions which inspired both Peets and
Starbucks.
Starbucks is a good employer too. They pay well for that kind of work,
offer benefits and stock in the comapny. If you had been with them from
the beginning of their expansion, from the time they went public, you'd be
well off today. My brother and his wife did just that, quitting a few
years ago and cashing in their stock options. They moved out from SF and
helped establish stores here in NYC. Starbucks is now along the highways
here; they have stores in travel plazas on the NY Thruway, the Garden
State Parkway, and the Penn Turnpike. It beats just having Dunkin Donuts,
and Burger Kings.
I dunno...we all have to put up with SF chains like Gap, Old Navy, and
Banana Republic.
I suggest you grind your own Starbucks beans, Dean. It tastes fresher and
more flavorful than what you get in the store.
Joe
It's all relative. If anyone believes that some upstart IPO-thirsty freak
is likely to learn the ins and outs of coffee in a truncated spell as a Peet's
barristo ... let them drink Coke.
Starbucks is the Wonderbread of coffee. After you've had some. you wonder
why you ever bothered to buy any in the first place.
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>Starbucks is the Wonderbread of coffee. After you've had some.
>you wonder why you ever bothered to buy any in the first place.
One wonders if there's anything out there that Slick *does* like.
--
Jafo http://www.cheetah.net/jafo
"Always with the negative waves, Moriarty!"
- Donald Sutherland as "Oddball", "Kelly's Heroes", 1970
Oh, does one ?
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She likes Noam, so she can't be all bad. I happen to agree with the
Wonderbread comment.
Joe, I'm sure you're right about ground-at-home Starbucks being better
than in the stores, but I can't throw any money at them in good
conscience. Their aggressive tactics which have gotten them into every
neighborhood which once had independent "character" disgusts me. (Kudos
to the North Beach Business Association, the first regional group to
tell S'bucks' lawyers where to go and get away with it.) I like Peet's
very much, and buy it for my staff at work. They're local, and they're
great. I used to buy beans at Freed, Teller and Freed, but as you may
know they just closed, after, what?, 120 years or so of business. Sad.
Of late I've been buying French roast beans at Bean There, the lower
Haight's only tolerable cafe. It's at Steiner and Waller, should you be
in SF.
Nopalito <nopa...@my-deja.com> wrote in article
<839c4o$tkr$1...@nnrp1.deja.com>...
> Truly, this has been a dubious banner year for the Starbucks Corporation
> of the great Northwest. The astronomical rate of national infection
> has bee good for SpaceNeedleland, bad, bad, bad for independent coffee
> retailers and cafes, and lovers of *good* coffee (like Peet's of
> California.) Starbucks has replaced McDonald's and "Mickey Mouse" in
> the national mind as the default symbol of All That Is Wrong with Modern
> America. Starbucks is/are everywhere, love 'em or lump 'em. Prominent
> product placement (if in "wink wink" context) in major movies like Fight
> Club, You've Got Mail, and The Spy Who Shagged Me; the rise of the (read
> no further if offended by profanity) subversive "Starfucks" campaign;
> free publicity in a thousand news photos from the WTO protests; the
> insidious introduction of "stealth Starbucks," those
> grotesque-but-very-popular cybercafes where one sees twentysomethings
> twiddling their nose rings while discussing the radical polemic of
> Camille Paglia and how totally awesome
> "Princess Mononoke" was compared to "Akira" while staking their virtual
> territory with laptops and cellulars, and Fubu sweatshirts. Don't even
> get me started on the bastardization of the Italian language!
Los hispanoparlantes deberian haber de tenido orgullo que los starfuckers
hubiesen degradado el italiano en lugar del español. Seria una lastima
usar el idioma de Cervantes, aunque habria reido imaginar la reaccion
del ratonzuelo y largucho...
Now this
> important item:
>
> From the current issue of Time magazine:
>
> "At about noon Harris and Klebold returned to the library. All but two
> wounded kids and four teachers had managed to get out while they were
> gone. The gunmen fired a few more rounds out the window at cops and
> medics below. Then Klebold placed one final Molotov cocktail, made from
> a Frappuccino bottle, on a table. As it sizzled and smoked, Harris shot
> himself, falling to the floor. When Klebold fired seconds later, his
> Boston Red Sox cap landed on Harris' leg. They were dead by 12:05 p.m.,
> when the sprinkler turned on, extinguishing what was supposed to be
> their last bomb."
>
> Aren't Frappuccino bottles a little, er, dainty for bomb shells, anyway?
>
> Yours in questionable taste,
> Dean
>