More anger regarding coffee

There is something egalitarian about Dunkies; it’s cheap, you don’t feel like more of a snob for asking for a French Vanilla or a regular (or “regulah” in Boston) and they are open at all hours. My post below where I shake my fist in righteous indignation at Starbucks commercialization of coffee culture is a sign of snobbery, I admit. I do not want my coffee shop to be open to the filthy masses, which so regularly swarm into my North Beach café of choice. The longer I live in San Francisco the farther I move away from my apartment in the mornings and on the weekends in search for a quiet cup of java. I want to read Dostoyevsky (as if, more like National Enquirer) in silence! I want my barista to smile at me when she brings me my single estate Guatemalan dark roast (“rich, earthy flavors distinguish the slightly chocolaty finish of this dark, sweet and malty brew”).

Ok, I admit it; I just want to be left alone!

San Francisco is even now (the rainy season) inundated with tourists who insist on crowding me in line, taking all the seats so they can spread their maps of the city on the table and shouting their orders in Midwestern accents at the poor barista who look downright overwhelmed by all the commotion.

Despite all that…I miss Dunkin Donuts :-(

On that note: I was watching Smart Travels with Rudi Maxa on the Travel Channel the other day (because I hate my life) and he was in Madrid. There was a shot of the puerta del sol, the very center of Madrid. I was half watching half feasting on wasabi peas from Trader Joes (delicious!) and out of the corner of my eye I saw A DUNKIN DONUTS! IN SPAIN!

Explain to me please how it is morally allowable for there to be a Dunkies in SPAIN, where there isn’t a single on within 50 miles of San Francisco? How? I demand answers! The Bay Area has 7.2 million residents whose thirst for a delicious iced medium regular is as yet unquenched! Apparently the west coast does not run on Dunkin…