So, I don’t know if any of you have heard the rumble as of late, but Starbucks came out with a S’mores Frappuccino. Here’s the official description:
Marshmallow-infused whipped cream, milk chocolate sauce, a creamy blend of graham, coffee, milk and ice finished off with more marshmallowy whipped cream and a graham cracker crumble.
Yup. It’s marshmallow-y, chocolate-y, coffee-y, graham cracker crumbly goodness that you drink out of a cookie straw, and I got one today just so I could tell you about it. Because I’m selfless like that.
I’d go into more detail about how good it is, but that takes time. Time I don’t have because I’m too busy drinking this cup full of deliciousness while occasionally biting into my cookie straw, future sugar crash be damned!
I’ve got a new drink for you guys. It’s not complicated. It’s not new. But it is delicious.
Back when I was a barista, so very long ago, a customer ordered a Starbucks Doubleshot. I had no idea what it was, and not just because I had been on the job only two weeks. It was this secret drink that apparently only really cool people knew about. My co-worker showed me how to make it, I served it, and that was that. I went back into my overly-sugared white mocha coma and never thought about it again. Until today, when I noticed it sitting oh so subtly at the bottom of the real menu.
I thought back to that time that I made it, and couldn’t for the life of me remember exactly what it was or what was in it. But I was feeling particularly indecisive this morning, so I just ordered it blindly. What’s the worst that could happen? Then while I was waiting, I looked it up on my Starbucks app. It’s shots of espresso (with classic or other syrup, if you’re into that) shaken over ice and topped with 2% milk. Mmmmm. I got mine with 1 pump of classic syrup (which is basically just sugar water, in case you were ever wondering), and it’s really hitting the spot. So go forth and get one while the weather is still “springlike” and before we get a random snowstorm and I go back into my hot coffee bunker.
I felt like something cold today. I’m not exactly sure why, as it is still below freezing on the regular in my beloved Chi-town. But an iced beverage was just calling my name, so I asked if they could do the Flat White iced. If you want to get technical about it and really break down the beverage, I could’ve just asked for an ‘iced triple grande whole milk latte w/the single origin ristretto shots.’ But now that I think about it that way and typed it all out, that’s quite a mouthful. I like to be low maintenance when I can be, and an ‘iced flat white’ rolls off the tongue much easier. Plus, Sharon, my new favorite barista in my lobby Starbucks even topped it with foam. She’s a gem.
I know my last post was also about a Flat White, but I am officially addicted to this beverage. Between the smooth ristretto and the whole milk, it’s just the perfect start to my day. And I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to go back to non-whole milk in my coffee. Just thinking about it makes me shudder. It’s so much creamier and flavorful! I had a friend in college who would exclusively drink whole milk, and I thought he was crazy. I was raised on 100% skim milk, after all, and no one could tell me that there was a whole world (pun intended) just waiting for me to discover it. I think I might owe that friend an apology…
I got into the Starbucks line this morning going back and forth between my usual standbys as of late: pumpkin spice latte, or triple espresso…? After chastising myself for being so boring and predictable, something caught my eye. The chalkboard had a picture of what looked like a latte with the words ‘Flat White’ on it. It went on to describe smooth ristretto shots of espresso topped with steamed whole milk. I then said out loud (and to no one), “Ooh. I want that.”*
I got very excited. A ristretto shot is a smaller, smoother, sweeter pull of espresso that you can actually get at any time if you ask for it. I’m sure I’ve mentioned it on this blog before. My old barista in DC, Alex, used to only make my drinks with ristretto, and I think that’s one of the reasons they were so amazing. I asked for ristretto shots a few times when I first moved back to Chicago, but I’m already high maintenance enough and didn’t want to overly-complicate things. And after a few baristas didn’t even know what I was asking for, I just gave up.
Oh Alex… I miss you every day.
Anyhoo. The Flat White did not disappoint. Just think of the smoothest, creamiest latte you’ve ever had. It’s nothing fancy or complicated. It’s just delicious. Oh, and don’t order it with anything but whole milk. It’s worth the extra calories. Now go get one.**
*I also tried to take a picture of the chalkboard, but I couldn’t zoom in enough without looking like a crazy***person.
**This direction is specifically for Steve Szafranski. I love you, and thank you for always drinking what I tell you to.
***I know I am crazy, I just try to hide it in public.