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Drink Review: Starbucks Vanilla Bean Frappuccino

I admit, I used to religiously order cappuccinos, pumpkin spice lattes, and caramel macchiatos.

That was until my bank account started to suffer from Starbucks high prices, then I started drinking coffee from home.

But a couple days ago, as a busy weekend was approaching, I decided to step foot into Starbucks again. The only thing I would consider buying would be a tall black coffee because of the more reasonable price and functioning use. But I attempted to return to my old ways and I ordered what use to be my favorite, a Vanilla Bean Crème Frappuccino® Blended Crème.

Believe it or not, money has a taste.

As I took a sip, three words came to mind: overpriced, overpopulated, and over-roasted. It felt like I was drinking a glass of milk, except someone accidentally threw 15 packets of sugar inside. There wasn’t an authentic vanilla taste; it was the type of vanilla you can taste from a cheap lip balm. The taste of freshly brewed coffee tasted was absent.

Believe it or not, money has a taste. The fact I spent almost $6 on this drink made it taste even worse. I saw myself throwing quarters away at each sip. At first, the whipped cream was smooth and foamy but after awhile it hardened into a mushy blob. It tasted like I was sucking air bubbles. I was slurping my straw but nothing came through. In addition to this awful experience, the aftermath reminded me why I switched to black coffee.

I am lactose intolerant and mistakenly forgot to order non-dairy milk. I had stomach pains for the next hour. On top of abdominal discomfort, I felt myself going through a sugar crash. No energy and less money, thank you Starbucks.

Johannah Wilford

Johannah Wilford

J-O-H-A-N-N-A… H. There’s an H on the end but it inevitably disappears on birthday cards, trophies, and certificates. Not a pet peeve at all. I am half Korean, half African American. I am either snacking on something or unconsciously dancing. Eating or dancing, there’s not much of an in between. Youngest child and only girl, the attention works towards and against my favor. I listen to at least one Bob Marley song every day of my life… “favorite artist” would be an understatement. I am lactose intolerant, but I faithfully consume coffee ice cream until my intestines feel like they will implode. I am aspiring to become a flight attendant.

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