Why oh why do I do it to myself? I'm not a fan of this place at all, but once in awhile, I punish myself, by popping in for an overpriced combination of milk, coffee and hot water. Well this particular branch of Starbucks happens to also double as a kind of school social area. Lots and lots of teenage girls, who should actually be at school, sit here, and while away the hours until they are old enough to sit outside and start smoking and shouting properly.
The future of Dutch womanhood can be found here, in flat shoes (naturally) and fiddling with their smartphones and gossiping about goings on at a school which they don't appear to spend much time at, as they are too busy hanging around Starbucks.
I had a Caramel Latte that was more sickly sweet than Linda de Mol and Yolantha Sneijder put together. My advice is, avoid this place like a Dutch woman dodging a hair dryer. read more