One of the most obscene things I learned as a barista was how eager people are to be liked. NYU sophomores, the ones with Jansport backpacks in full makeup at 9 a.m., stuttered their orders and shyly complimented me on my nose ring. I semi-patiently listened to innumerable Wikipedia-style monologues about the music I was playing from men in their twenties trying to render their business attire invisible with cultural know-how. I was given zines, mixtape-party fliers, home-recorded chillwave demos.
I said things like "How’s the app going?" and "Welcome to the neighborhood." I answered questions for new Greenpoint residents—of which there were more each year—about the best place to [...]
Chicago is the latest city that can make good on the silent promise of the New American Wine Glass: beer and wine are set to be introduced within the year at seven local Starbucks shops, via the Trojan horse that is the poetry reading. (Related: wine has been in a few Seattle Starbucks locations since autumn 2010, although it doesn't yet seem to have changed anyone's life.)
Good morning! Get right back into it with this blog of misspelled names on Starbucks cups.