Tag: Starbucks

Starbucks Around the World: Mexico City, Mexico

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December 24, 2007

Having already visited stores in Canada and the US (continental and Alaska), this beauty completes the North American tour of Starbucks stores.  Here at the Sante Fe mall in Mexico City, paying for coffee in pesos, ordering a grande and having it actually mean something besides medium… that deserves six thumbs up.

By the way, we also caught sight of two more stores on a tour bus cruising through Mexico City:

notice the snowflakes…

We were there at Christmas time and is was a breezy 65-F

Another shot from the tourbus in downtown D.F.

Starbucks Around the World: Huntington, WV

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August 16, 2007

Huntington, WV is where I began this Starbucks journey in earnest.  It’s first photo of me, thumb outstretch, giddy with glee that a place that in my mind only consisted of gas stations and pancake houses would have a bright green siren gleaming in the sky.  It was a plain old black coffee.  And it was delicious.

Starbucks Around the World: Chicago, IL

Alright, so I know I already have a photo in Chicago (still hanging out over on travelpod, and two if you count my boarded up old store at 670 N. Michigan).  Plus, it’s not really “around the world” for me since I live in Chicago, and it’s in the airport…..

…But this is terminal 3 at the airport.

The Starbucks experience was just fine – I had an iced coffee and a yogurt parfait, but I might add that this may be the only terminal I fly out of from now on because I’m totally gaga over Virgin America as my new airline of choice.  If you want to hear more about that, read my post about it.

Starbucks Around the World: Madison, WI

I love happy accidents on vacation.  Like running into the Taste of Madison when you have nothing to do the night before a spontaneous Labor Day beer tour of South Central Wisconsin.  And even though the barista put whip on my no-whip hot chocolate, the Starbucks across from the Capital Building was a nice place to get out to the rain for a bit.

Because of its proximity to the heavy metal-themed music stage of the Taste of Madison, I was embarrassed enough to have this picture snapped in front of the ‘Buck, which is why I opted to not give the thumbs up this time.

Starbucks around the world: Ketchikan, Alaska

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June 5, 2006

Ketchikan, Alaska is gorgeous.  While the sight of that two-tailed green mermaid on the side of a Safeway might be discouraging against some of the most beautiful scenery I’ve seen in my life, to me it was just proof that even tough Alaskans need a latté every once in awhile.

Starbucks around the World: Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada

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June 3, 2006

Vancouver was the first official stops on my journey to visit Starbucks stores around the globe.  While I was still employed for them,  I used my employee discount wherever I traveled to get a collector’s mug.  Nowadays, I opt for a photo of me in front of the “Siren”.  Sorry to say that I have no photo of the Vancouver Starbucks, only a collector’s mug and this personal account:

Canada was a different sort of Starbucks experience.  No employee discounts for American employees, and try asking for an inch of soymilk in your Americano.  It was at that point that I actually realized I was in a different country.

Barista: “a pinch”

Me: “no, an inch”

Barista [pouring a teensy smidgen of milk into my cup]: “Like that?”

Me: “no, an inch……… oh, I mean 2.5 centimeters, please.”