Starbucks - Terminal 2E - Hall M — Restaurant in Meaux

I walked into Starbucks with hope. Not high hopes—just the normal, reasonable kind. The kind that says, “You’ve had this drink before, and it didn’t ruin your day.” I ordered a Flat White. Simple. Classic. Can’t go wrong, right? Wrong. It arrived looking like it had given up halfway through being coffee. The foam was flat—ironic—and the taste? If bitterness and boredom had a baby, it would be this drink.

The espresso shot clearly had a rough morning and took it out on me. It was sour in a way that made me question whether the beans had been stored in someone’s gym bag. The milk was either overheated or deeply offended by being included at all, because it added nothing—no texture, no creaminess, just a weird aftertaste that lingered like a bad memory. I tried to fix it with a little sugar, but that only made it taste like sweet regret.

I took it to go, thinking maybe it would grow on me during the walk. It didn’t. If anything, it got more bitter, like it was mad I didn’t throw it away sooner. By the time I got home, I was emotionally and spiritually tired. Not from the caffeine—because there was none of that joy in this cup—but from the betrayal.

At this point, I wouldn’t be surprised if this drink shows up in my dreams to ask me why I wasted my time. Joke’s on you, Flat White—I already ask...

Unfriendly staff seemingly determined to discourage customers. Our flight was delayed at 3:30 PM on a Saturday, leaving us as the only passengers in what appeared to be an otherwise empty terminal or section of the terminal. Armed with meal vouchers provided by the airline, we attempted to visit several restaurants and cafes. At each one — this location included — we were met with the same dismissive response: “We can’t heat anything; the oven is turned off.”

Dozens, if not hundreds, of stranded passengers shuffled from one food spot to the next, only to encounter the same sour expressions, lackluster service, and excuses from employees explaining why we shouldn’t bother ordering certain items.

You’d think that individuals working in entry-level positions, roles most of us held as teenagers or young adults, might feel fortunate to have steady employment. But apparently, this is the culture that entitlement societies breed.

We were forced to choose a slightly less bad option after the employees here nearly ran us out by telling us every option was either still thawing or couldn’t be heated or “we’re closing in 5 minutes”, etc....

bruh they got my order wrong. I asked for a cool like refresher the dude made me a berry one and it was a mistake on the cashiers but then they told me to just take it and they’d make me a new one. Then as i waited the dude that makes the drinks looked confused but then the cashier told him i guess and then he made it but he looked mad and then the girl with 6 braids started yelling and looking right at me and the cashier looking at me and i knew she was mad at me but like girl what the hell this ain’t my fault 😭 and then i went back cause i wanted ti get cup holders but then the guy making the drinks ig was pissed so he didn’t wanna help me and told the cashier to ask me what was wrong like bro chill. literally so weird like what the hell . the dude making the drinks was bald and had a...