As some of you may know, I am addicted to Starbucks. Grande, nonfat, two-pump, no-whip iced mochas to be more precise. For a brief, yet glorious, period of time, I had freed myself from the cracky clutches of Starbucks. I started making pedestrian coffee in the confines of my own kitchen. I didn't mind it so much, and I didn't miss the 'Bucks like I thought I would.
Then came Christmas, and about 150 bucks in 'Bucks cards. Off the wagon. Always looking for ways to cut pesky calories from my diet, I listened with great interest to two morning disc jockeys who were talking about the new sugar-free mocha syrup now available at your local, friendly Starbucks. I regret to admit that, at this point in my sorry-ass existence, I was super excited about this development.
I went this morning and ordered up a grande for myself. Two pumps of the sugar-free stuff. I drove away from the window, salivating in anticipation of that first gratifying sip. I lifted the straw to my lips, took a deep, cleansing breath and then...
Burnt plastic, holy hell! I think I just swallowed an incinerated Tupperware container. That's what it tasted like, anyway. The best way I can describe it is that it had a manufactured taste. Quite unnatural and sort of, I'll say it, disgusting. Extremely disappointing.
It's my own fault. What is the point of getting chocolate in your drink if it's going to be sugar-free chocolate?
This self-deprivation thing I've got going on here needs to stop. And I appreciate Starbucks' nod to better nutrition, but ya gotta draw the line somewhere, right?
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