I'm pretty sick of Starbucks. Pretty freakin sick. The "feel" of it doesn't feel any different then how living here in Portland feels, the hippy/liberal/hipster capital of the universe. It's just the prices and the names of the drinks. My GF drinks it way too much, always gets some iced caramel mochiato or however you spell it. Every now and again I'll pick one up for her, I feel like the biggest sissy boy ever having to ask for it in the drive-thru.