Starbucks — Restaurant in Fallon

In the fluorescent-lit jungles of capitalism, where the smell of burnt beans collides with the desperate cry for caffeine, lies a Starbucks, a veritable carnival of misguided indulgence. Here, a simple cup of coffee has been lavishly morphed into a sugary behemoth, a fever dream cloaked in a veneer of sophistication, lurking behind a counter staffed by overzealous, branded automatons.

Let’s talk about the coffee, or whatever it is they’re peddling. This isn’t just coffee; it’s a chaos of sugar that could put a toddler on a sugar high into overdrive. You order what you think is a simple americano, and they regale you with tales of complex flavor profiles and artisanal blends. What you get, however, is a cup of syrupy sweetness that could only be appreciated by those detached from reality, those who find joy in drowning their senses in a saccharine abyss.

Now onto the prices...I venture to say one could buy a decent bottle of whiskey for the cost of a grande caramel macchiato, a liquid confection that begs the question: why bother with the coffee at all? In this warped universe, it seems the only currency that matters is your willingness to part with your hard-earned cash for what amounts to a liquid dessert, leaving you clutching your stomach in remorse.

Then there’s the menu... It’s an indecipherable labyrinth of options, more convoluted than a Kafka novel. Do you want your espresso shaken, stirred, or involved in some existential crisis? Should you choose oat milk, almond milk, or perhaps a fifth-quarter combination of both? And if you accidentally ask for “regular coffee,” be prepared for a patronizing glance that suggests you’ve just asked them to decode the mysteries of the universe.

Behind the counter, the staff, those strikingly branded avatars of capitalism, wear their aprons like badges of honor, feigning enthusiasm as they take your order. Each one trained to puzzle you with their knowledge of the latest seasonal drinks and obscure coffee origins, they are both entertainers and prison wardens of this caffeine-infused circus.

In the end, to step into a Starbucks is to enter a hall of mirrors reflecting the absurdities of modern consumerism. You can either drown in the syrupy depths of overpriced beverages or cling to your sanity, vowing to seek solace in the humble, unadulterated cup of joe served by a local haunt that respects your taste buds without trying to extort your wallet. Either way, you walk out confused, unsatisfied and clutching a cup of overpriced syrup, like a trophy of chaos, wrestling with the gnawing truth that this wild ride of indulgence has left regret tangled...

I walked up to order and was completely ignored. After a bit I asked if they were even open and was told “oh, yeah…we’re just restalking stuff” So I order. I asked for a drink that was pictured as a blended drink and she made it iced. I asked “so it’s not blended? Your pic shows blended” She said “oh you have to tell us if that’s how you want it” I said “so I’m supposed to know to ask that? I’ve never been here before” I’ve been in customer service for many years…you should always be helpful and act like everyone is new there. Ask if people want whip, or iced, or blended or whatever. Sometimes people forget to say. She gave me the drink and just turned and walked away. No “have a nice day”, “thanks for...

Starbucks has gone down quite a bit with the new employees. We really love Katelyn, and Brittany and the Japanese girl (I'm so sorry I forgot your name) but if anyone else is working our drinks get messed up, they add extra stuff, they're rude, etc. Our favorite drink had become the pink drink with vanilla sweet cream foam, which is pretty simple! But multiple times now, the creative morning girl has put chocolate syrup on top of it without asking- I hate chocolate covered strawberries, and what if I had an allergy? I understand wanting to take creative liberties and make people happy, but please don't add stuff to a drink that...