If you’re looking for nostalgia of American treats, Starbucks is for you. It is literally either every-fucking-where or nowhere-in-sight.
Anyway, I still love me some Starbucks and they have always been friendly to me, so no probs.
So , I ordered a Coffee Matcha Espresso Loaf and a Caramel Macchiato. The loaf was alright….seemed a little gluten-free (either turns to a pile of dust on contact with a utensil or breaks the utensil). This particular one shattered to dust. I vacuumed the pieces into my face best I could. Here is what it looks like afterwards: