" THE LURE OF STARBUCKS "

As a coffee lover visiting the mecca of great coffee purveyors is always a special treat for me.From the moment you ascend the indoor ski slope in our monstrosity of a shopping centre,the aroma of freshly ground coffee hits your outermost senses and like the bisto kid,you eagerly follow to a welcoming place of jazzy solitude.

Now im not one for all these fancy double chocca mocha frappa whatever they call them with a cherry on top.oh no its just straight up tall americano with a splash of skimmed milk and a couple of dainty sachets of the finest brown sugar,all served in a mug like how it should be.

                                          So yeah coffee in hand,relaxing to the sweet saxy tones of some obscure jazz genius,  
                                          i like so many drift into a coffee enduced trance as the world passes by .it always
                                          amazes me the very mix of folk you see in starbucks great yarmouth,young ,old ,scruffy students,pin stripe suited lawyer types.they all flock for their fix and the various sweet and savoury offerings ,enjoyed in relative comfort.

To be honest with you i've always thought people who frequent these trendy coffee shops were somewhat snobbish and elitist,now after numerous visits to my favourite haunt in town ,my views are for the better changed and i feel a sence of togetherness when relaxing in starbucks,you know what i mean im sure,like being in grannys parlour with a mug of your favourite beverage served to you with love and care.