i’m still in anaheim, about three blocks from disneyland. anyone who’s been here knows there is always a very large quantity of asian tourists at disney (for some reason!). the anaheim hyatt has a starbucks in the lobby, and this morning while waiting in line for my cup (putting 500 junior highers in a hotel wreaks havoc with a lobby starbucks, let me tell you — and they all want frapaccinos, which take SO FREAKIN’ long to make!)… while waiting in line for my venti drip, i noticed an asian tourist dad holding an adorable little girl, barely old enough to talk.
the girl pointed at the pastry case — specifically at the banana nut bread — and said something the dad could understand, but i couldn’t (both because it was in another language, and because it was baby-talk). but i could tell it was a “what’s that, daddy?” kind of thing. sure enough, the dad says, “cheeseburgers.” the baby asks back, in the cutest little voice, “cheeseburgers?” the dad re-assures her, “cheeseburgers.”
there you have it. cheeseburgers at starbucks.