Starbucks — Restaurant in Edgewater

Let me be clear: I’ve mainlined gas station espresso on the edge of the Mojave Desert that tasted like battery acid and regret—but even that was a divine experience compared to the swampy disaster I was handed at this sorry excuse for a Starbucks.

I ordered a vanilla latte. Simple. Classic. Not the work of alchemy or dark magic. What I received tasted like lukewarm dishwater filtered through a gym sock and then insulted with a single whisper of vanilla extract stolen from a middle school baking class. Thin, lifeless, bitter in the wrong way—a beverage so aggressively awful it felt like a personal attack on my taste buds and moral compass. If I had spilled it on the pavement, I swear the asphalt would’ve peeled.

But the true moment of madness? The girl at the drive-thru window had the gall—the psychotic nerve—to ask for a tip before making the drink.

Not after. Not even while pretending to foam some milk. Before. I was still holding my wallet, half-asleep and barely coherent, and she’s already jabbing at the screen like a Vegas pit boss on Adderall, her finger dancing over the “Custom Tip” options like we were about to begin a cabaret act together.

This wasn’t coffee—it was extortion. A grim little shakedown with a side of steamed sadness.

If this location were a person, it would be the kind who cuts in line at funerals and blames the GPS for crashing into your mailbox.

Zero stars. And that’s only because I can’t leave negative numbers. Avoid this place like a haunted urinal. There are better options. Like not drinking...

Arrived this morning at this Starbucks expecting to just kill some time before the days activities. Adrien was an energetic polite professional young adult that immediately made the morning better and the tasks ahead less burdening. I was not only politely offered a mug for my dine experience. After I sat dow I was offered water. To some no big deal, to me a huge uptick in the service offered at so many places today. Then while sitting and watching this whole crew work it was nothing short of impressive. The window crew knew a number of clear regulars coming through the drive through having pleasant and uplifting conversation and service. The team worked together flawlessly as I sat in their very clean lobby and enjoyed what could best be referred to as poetry in motion. These people had never seen me before and in all likelihood will never see me again. But if this is a representation of their daily service the community around here is blessed. And probably don’t tell them enough. I don’t have all their names but their manager and this corporation should consider themselves fortunate to have great young professional's...

My recommendation is finding another coffee shop. Me and my wife were treated very rudely this morning. We ordered two drinks he got the first one completely wrong and had to have me repeat the second drink speaker like three times. We had ordered an iced cinnamon latte but they gave us hot cinnamon latte. When I mentioned that they did the order wrong the boy had attitude swiveled his head and said "well we can make that over again" this is when we became suspicious of him having an attitude and wanting to do something to our coffee. We are so irritated about this place because in the morning you're supposed to feel comfortable with getting a cup of coffee and going on about your day Starbucks is supposed to make you feel happy not like the gooey substance that ooze's from the backside of one'self. Corporate I'll be writing...