I have a confession to make. I used to be a Starbucks addict.
A few years ago, I was never without my venti iced non-fat 16-pump chai tea latte with extra extra ice. The baristas at my local store knew me by name and even went so far as to ask if I was ok if I showed up late or if I showed up more than twice a day. They even followed my dog on Instagram.
I was addicted to a point that when there was a forest fire one summer that stopped my preferred Starbucks store from getting its chai concentrate delivered, I went online and bought all of the chai concentrate I could afford from starbucks.com with delivery by next day air. More →