D Magazine blogger Sarah Eveans shares a humorous side of Starbucks in Highland Park:
This morning I stopped into Starbucks in Highland Park Village to get coffee. (I know, I know, but I really don’t go very often, and the aforementioned Trinitinis were making my head swell.) I ordered my drink, and the barista called the order back. But instead of saying, “One grande, nonfat, sugar-free vanilla latte,” he said: “One grande, nonfat Highland Park.” Apparently, this drink is so popular ’round these parts they have renamed it to make their lives easier. So, when my red cup was placed in front of me, I took the lid off and poured the steaming coffee right into the lap of the first Botoxed cougar in $700 workout clothes I saw. No, I didn’t. I drank it, and it was gooood.
Reminds me of Chris’ trip/interview to People Newspaper, D Magazine’s sister publication. He said when he walked into the office he felt like alarms were going off all around him saying, “POOR! POOR! POOR!“
