A late evening iced coffee to curb my food coma. Actually, this store in Sunnyvale (not to be confused with the Hellmouth) turned out to be amazing. Since they were closing up and out of iced coffee I couldn’t hide my #sadtrombone face and thought I might just pass. The barista swooped in, and in true superhero fashion comped me an iced americano instead. Well done. Truly legendary.
Side note: The great Terri Hilton, who took this picture, was saddened when she only just learned of my Starbuckian pursuits at 8pm. She insisted that had she known earlier she would have easily added 12 more stores within the span of our day together instead of taking me on a walking tour of Stanford. Next time, Terri.