The Funny Thing Is...

There are some things that are just classic summer: shorts, sunglasses, and an overpriced cold beverage from Starbucks. Everyone has their go-to drink and so do I. Depending on my mood, I typically go for a sweetened shaken passion tea lemonade (I’m not ashamed to say I often grab a trenta) or my original Starbucks fave, the Vanilla-bean frappucino.

This summer, Starbucks rolled out a new frappucino line-up which included mocha coconut, green tea and raspberry. Ever one to try something new, I set aside my regulars and ordered a respectable (read: grande) helping of a raspberry frapp. 

I was of course very excited to sample this new concoction. I even started a countdown before spearing the lid with my straw. I could practically heat the drumroll as I lifted the cup to my lips. Almost reverently, I took my first sip………and instantly wish I hadn’t.

There was something profoundly foul about what was happening on my tastebuds. I gagged and forced myself to swallow. Then, like the idiot I am, I had another sip, then gagged, then another, and gagged, trying to convince myself with each taste that it couldn’t possibly be this bad. A friend, laughing at my expressions, snatched the cup from me and took a cautious taste. She immediately stopped laughing. It was just that bad. I threw my full cup in the first trash receptacle in sight. And don’t start talking about starving people in Africa. I know…I’m African, but I wouldn’t wish that horrible mixture on my worst enemy.

Shame on you Starbucks….shame