Blork.org has a delicious entry Manifest Destiny in a Cup:
Can you imagine how I felt looking at Caillebotte’s Paris with a Starbucks on every corner? Vincent, alone and drunk at a Starbucks?My New York friend tells me of a corner in New York where she can see 4 Starbucks from a single street corner.
Did you know the Dutch bought Manhattan Island for a pound of Starbucks coffee? And the grateful city forefathers gave the chain a 100 year non-compete agreement just like Brits got in Hong Kong?
Many years earlier Starbucks got its start when a grateful Alfred Peet, (recent immigrant from Amsterdam, and founder of Peet’s coffee) was rescused by a buxom mermaid after being swept out to sea while surfing under the Golden Gate bridge. Brought back ashore in Seattle, he immediately realized that Seattle needed yet another coffee shop (YACS), and opened a new Peet’s coffee. But all was not well, the Seattle Peet’s renamed itself Starbucks, removed the nipples from the mermaid sign, and set out to conqueror the world selling pre-packaged sophistication. Sadly Peet’s is now trying playing catchup as Starbucks darker, grittier twin: darker roasts, dark brown instead of green, and no overstuffed chairs.
via Aaron, who takes a probably deserved shot at Boston’s anemic cafe scene, but fails to acknowledge the few stand outs:
- Davis Square’s Diesel which tries to be uncomfortably hippier then thou, but is simply too pleasant and comfortable to pull it off (anyone know a better url?)
- and The Other Side, which is as far from Aramani as you can get, and still be on Newbury St., and probably the only place outside of Amherst, MA where you can get real, honest to god Rao’s coffee (though irregularily as befits such a local)