As I sit, typing this note on free WiFi, literally six feet from a classic Donkey Kong video game, sipping my medium skim (*) Latte ($3.52), and listening to this evening’s band rehearse, I ponder the eternal question:
Why don’t you shrivel up and wilt, Starbucks?
I can think of only a handful of coffee houses in the area that I treasure as much as Jammin Java.
(*) Yeah, yeah, I know. I’m a loser, baby. So why don’t you kill me?
— Star Beck’s.