It’s taken a while, but I finally visited a Starbucks in India.
The fact that I ended up in the wrong Starbucks for my first-time meeting with a well-known author is not especially relevant to this review, other than the fact that sitting alone (in the wrong place, you remember) gave me time to observe my surroundings.
And jolly impressive they were, too. Now please don’t take this wrongly, all ye diehard “Mera Bharaat Mahaan” people, but sitting in Starbucks in Connaught Place, you could have been anywhere in the world. Which is what you sort of expect in a Starbucks, right?
I knew I was in India, because of the very polite service and the “Ma’am” added to every sentence, but in case of doubt, here you go:
But what was totally un-Indian (and y’all know I love India. Live here, remember) is the feeling of space. It’s lovely and restful, when you find it. And it was quiet and the cappuccino was excellent.
So all round great experience.
Too bad I was in the wrong Starbucks for my meeting.
Rs 147 for a very generously sized cappuccino. Not bad at all.