Starbucks

I do not mean to urinate in anyone’s cornflakes. Especially if this someone is a cubicle dweller. Who probably suffers from bouts of self loathing and desperation that can only be relieved by concentrated shots of caffeine. Yes, that would be unkind.
I would only point out then, that this Starbucks used to be a efficiency studio apartment that I rented back when I was attending historic Westwood College in the loop (Go Panthers!). It was small, but cozy and reasonably priced.
Today, on an average day, literally thousands of people trample over the same ground where I slouched on my grandmas couch and watched Premier League soccer at 6:45AM on Saturdays. Yes, Starbucks can stuff over 90 people in the space between my old toaster oven where I re-​heated refrigerated bread and the futon, where I took naps after the game. The spot where my old poker table was, yeah that’s now a pastry bar that makes $ 100/​hr per square inch.
Beware the Jaberwocky my friends. The nonsense that goes on here is beyond normal words. There is no storefront. Location, Location, Location. (HA, HA, HA). It is all pretend. A dream that is mimsy and borogoves. A vorpal blade that goes snicker snack with a vistitude that cannot be forgot. And then, as if by accident, it is over. Back to the cubicle. Stop. The caffeine will help. Yes. I have and idea now. Maybe I will urinate in someone’s cornflakes after all.

lunch!
Need something quick? What about breakfast sandwich? I know it’s lunchtime, but nothing beats it.

Booo!!! Worst customer service I’ve ever had at a Starbucks. A woman named shawna had a horrible attitude and probably spit in my drink for asking for soy milk. how dare I. At least I don’t live in Chicago

Love this location! This was my go to Starbucks when I worked downtown. It was practically my cheers. Everyone knew my name and remembered my drink of choice.
There isn’t any seating. So if you are looking to read a book or take time to enjoy your cup in the store, you’ll have to take a trek across the river. Don’t worry, you can see their outdoor seating from this location.
I definitely recommend this place for a quick cup! :)

Let me just say, I LOVE Starbucks. There’s a history to that. But this location sucks like no other.
I stopped in on my commute home in the pouring rain. I thought I’d warm up and treat myself with a grande non-​fat vanilla latte. Hello? There was NO vanilla, and everything was burnt. Burnt and leaving a horrible taste in my mouth. My boyfriend was horrified by the taste and my experience.
The place was dead except for the two girls working bar. The one taking orders could have pulled her pants up, and her shirt down. The girl who made it, could have paid more attention to the drink then the rain. Overall, a terrible experience.

A visit to a Starbucks down the street actually prompted me to write this review. Any Starbucks gets an automatic one star from me because the product itself is revolting, but unfortunately on my way into work from the Clinton blue line stop, its either grossass Starbucks or grossass Caribou. Anyhow, I went to the Starbucks on Clinton and Adams, and not only was the latte i got diabetic-​coma-​inducing sweet nasty, the chick who served it to me was a lazy bitch with a shitty attitude. At that point I wished that I’d gone to the Starbucks closer to my work — which is this one, 100 S. Wacker. The coffee might be consistently disgusting (not the fault of the coffee-​button-​pressers — they’re not baristas and as such gross coffee is mostly the fault of Starbucks unless they burn the milk or over do it with the syrups) but the people at 100 S. Wacker are always polite and friendly. Probably some of the nicest and most personable Starbucks employees I’ve come across in a long while.
If I’m going to pay five bucks for a nasty soy latte because I’m desperate for caffeine, at least serve that shit to me with a smile, god damnit! 100 S. Wacker location certainly does deliver that.

*Let me preface this review but saying that I am by no means some hoity-​toity who can distinguish the differences between coffees, wines, beers, etc. I like what I like and that’s all that I like (end Popeye line).
So with that… I HATED Starbucks before. Their coffee was a last resort for me when I needed a caffeine fix and I was never fully satisfied with it. Too rich for my blood. Plus that whole «fuck big corporations» thing…
But I started a new job a few months ago and had to find a new spot to get my morning medicine from. In the lobby was one of about 42 Starbucks within a block of me and since it was qualifying as a last resort for me, I stopped in.
Swirling with the options and different combos of frappamochalatteccinos, I just ordered something that looked «normal». This was when the corporation switched from whatever brew they normally had to the public-​friendly Pike’s Peak roast. And it was pretty damn good! So good that I went down the next day… and the next and the next.
I gotta say that the staff is extra friendly and knows me by name and what I want right away. Something I didn’t expect from this kinda joint. What with the hordes of mindless robotic yuppy-​droids coming in with specific orders and pages of multi-​orders, I’m surprised they have the patience to quell the masses.
Have to give extra credit to Paul and Alex though for being the baristas maximus. Helping me in a pinch and just making sure my stint at the coalmine is a little less stressful.
So I found my new addiction and yes… I am Starbucks’ bitch