I've just spent a rather relaxing week in Devon with the family. I love Devon. I go every year, a week of relaxation, fresh air, time to escape London.
However...Every morning I woke up with a headache. It wasn't the loud farming machinery, oh no, it wasn't the loud cows, oh no again. I think it was coffee withdrawal symptoms. I have a Grande Vanilla Latte every morning at work, sometimes I even go Venti (naughty I know). This past week I went cold turkey...nothing, I tried to pour a few cups of tea down my neck but my head was having none of it. The nearest Starbucks was 14 miles away - now I like to walk, but 14 miles that's really long.
I tweeted the UK Mangaging Director of Starbucks who confirmed my fears...the nearest branches were no where near...trapped.
I tweeted the UK Mangaging Director of Starbucks who confirmed my fears...the nearest branches were no where near...trapped.
I soldiered on through, when I get back to Chelmsford there is a Starbucks there, in fact there are two. I still had a 5 hour car journey between me and the promised land...We pulled up in a rather run down service station en-route, proudly advertising it's KFC up-stairs, then I saw it...
*queue operatic up-lifting music.
Starbucks Review No.11 : Membury Service Station.
The atmosphere was fine, I like a good Service Station anyway; a limbo between A and B. Lots of different people, all running about, stocking up on trashy magazines, travel sweets and using the bogs.
I went on a rant, not at them (I don't like to cause a scene), the rant went something like this...
Coffee tasted good though.
Membury you should be ashamed of yourself...you score 2 mochas out of 10.
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