Starbucks — Restaurant in El Cerrito

The staff here could offer to do something to help in the seating of a man clearly in need of a seat. After ordering an eight dollar and fifty cent coffee that was overflowing with four extra shots of bean dope on top of sugar for days all a man wants is for a seat to sit and drink it in. I was that man and every part of who I was at that moment screamed;

"I'm tired! "... if it said anything at all.

"Please help..." is what the rest of me says silently in the words anyone with an iq over home schooled and dumb should be able to read.

The very packed-Virgin-tight-heap on my back that I lugged in with me strapped weary around my shoulders follows me into the line for coffee as it does everywhere I end up in my travels that warrant it's discomfort.

The weight of it is undeniably a burden on my back and commands if not anything else, simply an empty offer of hope. Hope that I managed the rest of my course with success, love, happiness, unprotected sex and a good night's rest whenever possible.

A place to sit wouldn't be too bad either.

Neither of anything that might have been a positive for team me happened this morning and in typical-day-o-mine unfolding fashion, people's tensions start burning well on their way past boil.

The day was fried and washed up leaving me lying out to dry like the piece of driftwood i felt like on the shores of Starbucks.

A coffee was my only solace at this point and faith that a barista could provide me with exactly that and maybe a place to enjoy it.

That never happened, in the almost 68 minutes I had to wait here for a ride back to Los Angeles where the people love each other not one seat opened up for me to rest my weary, tight, perfectly cute butt...

I recently moved back to this area after living in Vallejo for several years. It's the closest one to me and within walking distance of my place of residence. But the second time now the young barista , a young slim girl with tan skin and long wavy dark hair, working the drinks was not very nice . She always acts annoyed by my mere presence and like I'm bothering her by getting my drink. She does a good job making the drinks so five stars for that but her attitude is terrible. I don't really want to come to this location anymore bc of her as I don't feel welcome even though it's right by my place which is a shame . They play really loud annoying music in the morning and there are no comfortable chairs or outlets to charge your phone. It's almost like they really don't want ppl to be in here relaxing which is kind of the point of a coffeeshop but I get that that culture is changing in the post covid world. I'm old enough to remember when this place first opened and it was a gem back then, a home away from home. They had comfy chairs and soothing music . They even prided themselves on being a home away from home. It was nothing like how it is today . But I get that Starbucks as a whole isn't what...

I don't even know where to start. The guy at the register was sweating so much, it was dripping down his face. We were next, he pulled up his neckline to wipe off his face. I told him what I wanted, mind you my drink is a little complicated, but we figured that out. I told him I wanted food too and he was like "really?" I pointed to what I wanted and he said "no, you don't want that one it's been in there a while." Um, okay. There was 3 guys working, one was this one, one was wearing jeans and a flannel, and the other one was making the drinks but it seemed like it was this guys first day because he had no idea what he was doing. I kid you not, 1 drink every 5 minutes. He made the girl behind me her drinks first, then one of my drinks, then moved on to the person after me. I reminded him of my other drink that he hadn't started yet. I get the same thing every time so I know how it's made, and I had to correct him 3 times. Anyway, I was very nice and patient the entire time as everyone has bad days, but Starbucks has never taken 30 minutes ever. Never coming to...