Namaste Starbucks


I can’t ignore the siren call of Starbucks.  And bless her, she found me this time.

Welcome to India, my friend.

My coffee-snob buddies who only drink boutique brands – don’t dismiss this post so soon! You, too, would worship the Starbucks-branded bean if you had endured four years of freeze-dried instant coffee, or sweet and milky mock-ups of a simple cup of joe.

After years of rumors and no-doubt epic maneuvers to cut a deal, Starbucks has finally opened in India – the latest country in over 6o to offer the Seattle-based coffeehouse experience.

We took the kids to see the first Delhi store last weekend along with hundreds of other locals who were eager to see what the fuss is all about.

My Indian friends, it’s about coffee:  reliably decent, predictably tasty, efficiently served coffee.

You prefer tea?  No worries.  There’s plenty of that, too… from Assam.  And look Delhiites, Starbucks knows what you like to eat as well:


The Delhi Starbucks is awash in earth tones and feels like an apres-ski lounge without the fireplace.  Unlike any Starbucks in New York City, it’s roomy.  Look at the table that stretches nearly the length of the building:


There’s an upstairs as well.  And waiters to deliver your tandoori paneer sandwich.

I’ve been drinking coffee since I was 16.  Back then, my neighbor, Anne always had a fresh pot on her Mr. Coffee coffee maker.  I couldn’t resist the nutty aroma.  So began my love affair with Arabica.

In Boston, locals order “regular coffee” when they want it with cream and sugar.  I learned to do the same when I was in college at BU.   When I lived in New York, my order changed to  “regular without sugar.”

But I perfected coffee culture in New Orleans where coffee countered hang-overs and where coffeehouses stretched mornings into afternoons and afternoons into lazy days.  This is where coffee nurses the velvet rut.

It takes the determination of an addict looking for a fix to get to the Delhi Starbucks.  Look at what we walked through en route:


Ah… the agony and the ecstasy.

I love you, Starbucks!


3 thoughts on “Namaste Starbucks”

  1. And not to forget your steady, Cafe Brioche, in the Village in Houston……..
    Missing you, my friend! I’m in Baltimore for a few days, bringing Mom back from wintering in Texas. On then to Sanibel Island for a few days before heading home. Love to all.

    1. Wonderful Cafe Brioche…. I went into labor there with george! A huge contraction grabbed me as I was paying for my coffee and i said to Eric: This baby is coming today…

      And so many memories passing the mornings with Mike: Lala sitting on his lap and George playing with his wheel chair. Rest in peace, beautiful friend.

      D – I’ll be in Houston in April… more via email. x t

  2. I couldn’t agree more, my friend! What would life be like without Starbucks?
    Have to have it!, Need I say more? Still love reading your informational, wordy, exciting, funny, and pictorial blogs about India. I’ve learned a lot!

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