Third strike, you're out! I've given this place three opportunities to 1. Provide service with a smile and not an attitude. And 2. Provide a drink that I could actually swallow. Ick. Sop. Bring the mop! I can drink anything, and I actually threw out a pumpkin spice latte from there. It tasted as if it were loaded with white pepper. Sick. I won't return. Starbucks became Starbucks for a reason. It taste good.