Starbucks and Coffee should never be said in the same sentence

Starbucks State & Jackson St in Chicago A Latte and a Muffin…'Tall’ that was anything but tall, it was small. “What size did you want?” “A small” I said *** “Tall Latte!” she shouts back over her shoulder to the ‘Barista’. I don’t know if I should really even call her a Barista, because she really didn’t do much more than push a few buttons on the machine, but… anyway. The seats were comfortable and although the extent of my coffee conversation with the people behind the counter was somewhat minimal, it was pleasant. They didn’t ask if the order was “to go” they just assumed and the woman behind me had already ordered her sugar-free coffee with skim milk or whatever it was before I’d even moved the 2 ft over to pay. My muffin came, not on a plate but in a bag. I’m not sure that I liked this very much. I went to go sit down and found what I thought would be a comfortable place to sit, it was comfortable well, the chair was comfortable and the ottoman was good but there was a horrible draft, or maybe it was the air-conditioning, I don’t know, but it was uncomfortable. I came into Starbucks only because it was literally an assignment for one of my design classes. I was told to write an analysis on Starbucks specifically and that I should order something and stay for a while to really grasp the atmosphere of the space and so on. Conversations in this place are always oddly entertaining, but nothing is more annoying than a cell phone going off. I hate cell phones [in general] they never ring when you want them to or they ring exactly when you don’t. The woman sitting next to me started talking on her phone…something about brunch plans and the like…I will be trying out “The Orange Peel” as soon as I figure out where it is… Ok, after that segue, I’ll get back to the point… which today is the coffee [I’ll forgo the interior description and analysis]. Watery…and too foamy! the coffee that is (I didn’t think that latte’s had foam…cappuccinos yes, lattes no.) Where is the crema? And then there is that underlying burnt taste that would completely obliterate a good latte if in fact this were one. Oh,and lets not forget the ubiquitous paper cup, that was thrust upon me instead of a nice ceramic one, which they didn't even ask about. I dislike being cold and it was so exceptionally cold in that store that I didn’t even unzip my jacket let alone unwind my orange Pashmina that encircled my neck…Ugh! That disgusting coffee aftertaste has set in… you know the bad coffee kind and on top of that my latte which was at first too hot, is now cold. It wasn’t good enough to drink faster. I’ll give my personal coffee advice next time but until then…save your money and your taste buds, forgo the Starbucks.