Nestled in Treasure Island, this Starbucks locations look to have been built for hideously long lines. Overpriced drinks and a smaller drink selection had us cursing our caffeine addiction, but there was silver lining in clould-covered Vegas: creme brulee.
The significant other ordered our drinks and as an afterthought said, "yup, that's it...oh, wait, throw in a creme brulee in there too." I looked at her with my "are you on fucking crack" face, but I was stopped in my tracks before I was even able to explain to her why Starbucks would never serve up creme brulee. "Sure thing," said the employee holding down the register.
We get back to the room and I shoved the bag in her direction, "Here. I dont' care what you say, you're eating that entire thing yourself. That should teach you to never order creme brulee from a Starbucks."
"Fine, whatever. Hand me the spoon...mmm...holy jesus...this is fantastic, you need to try this!"
"Really? That's the best you could come up with? I'm not eating your shitty wannabe pastry."
"Oh, you really have me figured out. That's fine by me, I'll just devour this myself."
I knew she was fucking with me. I wasn't going to give in.
Oh, come on -- don't act surprised. I'm a coward. Of course I gave in! Let me tell you, that shit was delicious! If you ever see creme brulee in a Starbucks, buy that shit up!