There are (at least) two Starbucks in the Tempe Marketplace (Target and Borders). Starbucks sucks and it makes my sweat smell caffeinated. This was a smooth pull with lovely foam and none of the stinky after-effects. Real cappuccino cups rule my world. Ceramic is much more comforting than paper, even when you're sitting on weird outdoor furniture in front of a gas-light "wood" fire surrounded by commercialism, capitalism, and all its trappings. WWMS? (what would marx say)