tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8435777.post115505279382424386..comments2023-12-25T12:57:29.431+02:00Comments on Mel's Diner: The mark of the beastmelusinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04096116965055620488noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8435777.post-1155188976571789892006-08-10T08:49:00.000+03:002006-08-10T08:49:00.000+03:00um, kind of excited, I meant. Oh well.um, kind of excited, I meant. Oh well.katehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16975826433125245969noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8435777.post-1155188906449659662006-08-10T08:48:00.000+03:002006-08-10T08:48:00.000+03:00I was kind of exciting when Starbucks started appe...I was kind of exciting when Starbucks started appearing in Madrid, but it was just a couple of yeras ago and therefore post-kids, which meant that my opportunities to hang out in a coffee bar, even a smoke-free one, were just about nil. We have been to the one out at the superplex with Ikea store, and the kids had muffins and tried to run wild in the small shop while I attempted to enjoy my coffee experience. It just wasn't the same.katehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16975826433125245969noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8435777.post-1155139479528261662006-08-09T19:04:00.000+03:002006-08-09T19:04:00.000+03:00I enjoy Starbuck because it's one of the only smok...I enjoy Starbuck because it's one of the only smoke free sanctuary in Athens. I enjoy reminding my fellow Athenians of that point too! (with the help of my friend--the big, the BAD barista named Costas...)<BR/><BR/>Plus, it's one place I can speak English and feel like I'm at home. Even at the US Embassy, I feel like I'm in Greece. So, I move to make Starbucks the Official haven for homesick Americans in Athens.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8435777.post-1155062909782706932006-08-08T21:48:00.000+03:002006-08-08T21:48:00.000+03:00You know, I left Thessaloniki for ten days, and wh...You know, I left Thessaloniki for ten days, and when returned for goodbyes and packing I got off the bus at e kamara, saw the Starbucks and actually let out a shriek. It was just automatic. I was most displeased. I came to the conclusion that when I leave, everything goes to hell, and thus, I had to stay.<BR/><BR/>Unfortunately, I got on a plane three days later. Doubly depressing! Now I am in New York, drinking mountain tea and I might have Starbucks ice cream for dessert. It's ironic, yes.Emilyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11709161956245392389noreply@blogger.com