Sbucks...Friend or Foe?

This morning was an early morning. No snooze button. No coma shower. I was up and out of my house by 7:45, which for me, is a small miracle. 


Priority one...my Starbucks fix. I drove down Garnet, pulled into the drive through, ordered my skinny vannilla latte and decided to splurge on a veggi artesian brekfast sandwhich. 
Yes Splurge. Ten dollars for a drive through brekfast usually doesnt sit well with me, but I was up earlier than I had been in a month, and I was hungry.

Ten minutes later, and halfway through my latte I open the sandwhich bag and inspect. 


When I order something with the word veggi preceeding it, call me crazy, but I expect a vegtable or two. What I discovered inside looked more like half a pimento from inside a miniature coctail olive. One sad little red spek swimming alone is a sea of melted cheese.


I realized that I had been lured in; hook, line and sinker. Starbucks had sold me on a "delicious pairing of veggies, egg and Monterey Jack Cheese", but I now sat with a singular flake of red confetti on my roll.


I rode this train of thought for the better half of my morning (clearly it was a slow day at my internship). While I ate the whole sandwhich, which to be honest (and severely diminish dramatic effect) was pretty good, I had expected more from you Sbucks. 


Judging purely on the clientel I experience at Starbucks on a daily basis, vegetarian pseudo-hippies are a major cornerstone of your buisness. I for one will be taking my brekfast sandwhich cravings elsewhere. Throw us a tomatoe, a pepper... a freaking squash Starbucks! We need a hearty brekfast too.