Having no intention to defend his self for however scathing this next statement may be, let me just say it: I, someone who proclaims himself a coffee enthusiast, like Starbucks Coffee.
I like the brand itself; I like that it’s one among the few brands that were first to forefront social consciousness as one of its primary efforts. I like the coffee itself; I like that it does not concern itself with being the “best damn coffee” one will have, because it doesn’t. I like Starbucks’ chairman and C.E.O. Howard Schultz—one among the few entrepreneurial brains I like picking on. And why the heck not? He salvaged the brand from a total shit-show back in ’08 and turned it into the gargantuan franchise we know today.
I said I wouldn’t defend it, but there it is, anyway. I. Like. Starbucks. No shame.
What I don’t like, though, is that there are about two bazillions of frappuccino variations available on the menu. And what do all these faux-coffee drinks have in common? Not coffee. Some of them are not even based on caffeine. Nope. It’s something else entirely, and one of which we should all be afraid: SUGAR.
Sugar is the enemy. Sugar is the devil. Think it a biased statement (this coming from a son of a diabetic), but it’s the plain truth. Numerous studies can vouch for it. Sugar is a contributor to all the diseases you don’t want. It also loads up your tank full with calories that have no nutrient in them whatsoever. What’s worse: sugar is highly addictive, which makes the situation of diabetic and obese people all the more unimaginable to me. What’s sad: everywhere you look, you see the enemy, you see the devil. And they’re smart now; they come with faux promises such as “non-fat” and “low calorie”. Let me repeat for clear emphasis: sugar is the enemy; it is the devil.
You can then imagine my horror every time the barkada rounds up for a quick catching up sesh at a nearby Starbucks. I’m deathly terrified for them and for myself. I fall down a bottomless pit each time I hear the words “extra whip” and “venti frappe” chanted by the friendly barista.
They’re free to enjoy their drink, of course, these people that enjoy Starbucks’ essentially “sugar drinks”; I just wish they have enough information about sugar before they pay for their marginally overpriced drink.
How, then, can one enjoy a guiltless trip to Starbucks? Is it even possible? I have a one-step fix.
Order a Cafe Americano. Or a French Press. They’re both cheaper and has no sugar.
There’s not much to it than that, really. I have learned to like the taste of real coffee early on as a child, and as a quarter-ager, I’ve grown to become annointed to it; so much so that coffee has become a part of my way of life. No morning for me is complete without a cup of hot, freshly brewed coffee.
Starbucks’ brew by no means is the best, but that’s not saying they have a mediocre brew either. Either way, people have no license to relegate a pure, non-compromised coffee experience to the background. And for what, a venti size, essentially sugar-frappucino? No thanks, sir.
Setting my vehement feelings aside, people, in my opinion, should start seeing sugar for what it truly is. It’s something we all should fear and avoid as much as we can. It takes a wee bit of step like resisting your craving for sweet drinks and opting for a healthier option. There. Next time you visit Starbucks, you know the one healthy thing you can order.
Plus, this Cafe Americano drink looks swell in photos, innit?