And by old, this time I just mean the days before those tiny, fussy La Boulange pastries replaced the chunky muffins, chewy chocolate chip cookies, slabs of coffee cake, lemon-pound-cake-with-an-inch-of-glaze, and raggedy chocolate and vanilla donuts at Starbucks.
But globalization has only so long a reach. Marooned in a Starbucks in St. David’s, I have discovered a beautiful thing. Do any of these look familiar?
Also, Welsh Starbucks has something called a rooibos latte. It tastes…brown. Jury’s still out.