Does anyone today really spend the time to actually write a review for something as common as Starbucks? I do. And why one might ask. Well it's simple. Or is it? I've come out of the closet. The proverbial coffee closet, the one where I was shrouded in Tim Hortons. I'm sure you're thinking, is he not patriotic and why would someone with such a sense of country abandon a great Canadian institution? Was he not there in Manhattan when Tim staged the great Dunkin coup? Oh I was there, and I regaled in such joy when the signs turned on and the doors opened. Thank you Al Roker and Good Morning America. Yes, we are taking over. My transition is simple, I'm tired of having to deal with Tim's underaged bravado provided by the weekend staff and the smell of Bengay during the week and both generations can't seem to count either. This Starbucks location is special and I love the Baristas. They're friendly, exotic, and super intelligent. I don't even feel like I'm ordering coffee. Every day, it feels like I'm running into an old friend and were exchanging hellos.