When we were hanging out in Chicago Thanksgiving weekend, we tried four or five times to stop in a Starbucks so J could try their Salted Caramel Signature Hot Chocolate. None of the Starbucks we passed had any tables and the lines were out the door, so we ended up settling on a Dunkin Donuts and just got some regular hot chocolate. It didn’t hurt my feelings. I loathe Starbucks and everything it stands for. Back in Peoria, I had a co-worker who stopped every morning and if we happened to be in a car together, I knew she was going to wine until I stopped so she could get an overpriced coffee.
After dinner at Brother’s Grill, I was standing outside taking a picture for the blog. When I turned around, J was gone. I thought maybe she started walking back towards the car. Fortunately for me, she wears a bright colored coat. I happened to catch a glimpse of that coat out of the corner of my eye in line at the Starbucks that sits right next door.
There’s a couple Starbucks in the area, but this one is located on the corner of Grand River and Charles St in downtown East Lansing. It’s a long narrow store with a few tables in front, the counter, and more tables in a back room. J got up to the counter to place her order just as I was getting in there. She couldn’t remember the name of the drink, but she knew enough for the barista to figure it out. Problem was, they didn’t have the salt. She decided to go ahead with the drink minus the salt. She looked at me and asked if I wanted a hot chocolate. I declined. I’ve never ordered from Starbucks and I didn’t feel like breaking that streak tonight…plus, I wasn’t in the mood to burn my tongue.
It only took a couple minutes to get her coffee and we were back on our way through the snow covered streets of East Lansing. J really liked the drink…even without the salt. I took a sip. It was ok. It wasn’t burn your tounge hot which made me think I maybe should have gotten a regular hot chocolate for myself. It still kind of tasted like coffee to me. It wasn’t, but the smell reminded me of a fancy latte or something. I’m sure the salt would have just been the icing on the cake and I still see us stopping at Starbucks again, so she can have the drink the way it’s supposed to be.