LES Starbucks Opens; World Does Not End
It seems like just yesterday, that fateful August morn when we first lost our innocence. We'd barely adjusted to the site of the gargantuam green awning and the (interestingly) graffiti-free siding — but, just like that, it was upon us. At some point last week (strangely, we're not quite sure when), the Lower East Side Apocalyptic Pumpkin Spice Latte Mothership opened its doors, finally making the downtown gentrification cycle more official than you ever thought it could be.
Our verdict: Having stopped by twice now, their Frappucinos are a little short on the fra. If we wanted a simple iced coffee, we'd have asked for one. Get it together, Starbucks, or get the hell out of our 'hood.
