Café Review, Starbucks
300 S. Tucker Road Tehachapi, CA 93561
I came in before turkey day to have coffee with my name on
it. It had my breath all over it. I also dined inside Starbucks for nuts with
weird pepper, enjoying the oil of the kernels with mild gusto. Did I mention that my hot drink with a
straw? Not while I was keeping a table
safe with papers from the United States, nor during my moments of bliss with
the mugs. I got a mug that was way out! It had a picture of a fox bathing in the
snow; the creature had wrapping on for the holidays. That’s the mug; it was alluring with shades
of the afternoon on that social call upon the green café. The Drive-Thru was the boss of traffic. My mom’s experience at the window was
tasteful; it was like having pastries in the moonlight all over again, and
Starbucks sells treats that are good fortunes to the rush. Believe in my truth as if it’s an opinion
that is so faint as a comment on the business’s compromise of amusements; in
fact, Starbucks is more than the sum of its parts because of their alluring
sales of delights and Joes. It’s nearly
Christmas time for more design. I had
blue moves while I was lingering in expectations of the crew, yet my surprise
was happening. My doctor once told me
that I had big eyes for coffee, so I’ve been craving his demand. I had plenty of visits at this Starbucks with
an itch for the mobility of hunger. I
paid for neat mugs that relate to their own colors. Starbucks gave me these intense cups because
they had the power to create strange dreams in my mind. To tell you the truth, Starbucks has ideas
that are vague and rich to the tune of the café’s jazz which hangs in the air
with their realization. The roof just
seemed more close to me as I relished mocha with ideal theories, reading page
after page of a newspaper that supposed.
You can study familiar news to understand coffee more. It was a day before Thanksgiving with
entertainment in the greetings before I woke up to the rural comforts of my
spirit at last. Think of the odd cashews
as food for thought, energy for philosophy.
Some of the shadows in the café were clear with my transitions between
awe and concentration. The beverages in
my history of visits were pretty with their appealing contents until my heart
ached before sleeping. Don’t you hear
the holy echoes of pure advertisement?
Starbucks is a face that’s constantly in rest with the beauty of
skills. A rude worker is hardly an
occasion. Gentlemen entered with
computers as the ladies sensed their thoughts, and I’d joined them with nothing
flat in our understanding. There was a
tick to the music roaring with perfection of some kind as I tasted the exotic
zest of deep ambiance inside a profound location that can be described as a
coffee shop with gifts from many countries.
It’s a pit stop of wonder, a bar of gratitude. It’s a restaurant for a bite to like for
emotions that increase in ambitious feelings since Starbucks provides something
beyond home cooking: good taste is supported by their virtues of customer
service. I tucked a few cashews in my
jacket and put myself in the large assembly of thirsty customers who are in
happy modes in the name of libations; my name was on my cup, on my refreshment
of cool satisfaction. My coffee was the
brine of cream on a high note. Right
now, Starbucks has coffee that can give you good breath. I could take a bowl and call it the soup of
caffeine while my words were dry for the sakes of resounding conversation. Just a spoonful of sugar will cause more intelligence
than depression. Starbucks is the dance
of magnitude to their radio’s thrilling songs.
Differences can be so romantic! I
give in a natural word for Starbucks as a nice buddy. Go there and have a cup of java that rings to
your ears with temperature and flavors.
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