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Frappu-ick-o


I'm in despair.

Starbucks changed the formulation on the Frappuccino in an effort to give us more choices. Now I only have one choice: don't drink it because it's sincerely awful. It tastes gritty and chalky and not very sweet.

The company touts the reformulated drink as an any-way-you-want-it Frappuccino. You can choose what kind of milk you have in it. You can choose what flavor and how much. You can choose how much coffee goes in your drink. You can choose to cut calories by making it light/no whip/etc. I get all that. I totally understand the joy in having such freedoms.

But not at the expense of taste.

I want my old fashioned grande no whip Java Chip Frappuccino light blended coffee. I know what you think. You think I don't like change. And that's true. But change that sacrifices quality serves no purpose except to send your customers to McDonald's for a Frappe. That'll be the day, when I go to the land of the Happy Meal for my morning java.

Sad day in beverage land. Now I have to go in search of the letter-writing campaign I'm sure someone else has started to try to convince Starbucks it made a big mistake. *Sigh* There aren't enough hours in the day to deal with iced coffee angst.

Comments

Amy, I wonder if you just had a bad individual frappacino. Because I had a java chip frappacino the other day and it seemed the same as before. I just ordered the java chip frappacino and wasn't any more specific than that...
Amy said…
They just started the new kind of fraps a week or so ago. Maybe you had one before they destroyed my java world.
I read something on a message board that may help. The person who said this works at Starbucks. She said that when a customer orders a "light" frap which now use a base mixture that includes Stevia as the sweetener. Previously, "light" implied no-fat milk. So, the key to getting the drink to taste like the one you are accustomed to is to NOT specify "light" but to specify "non-fat" milk. I hope this works. The reason I didn't notice much difference is that I get the standard frap and, although the base mixture did change across all fraps, it didn't change that much and mine didn't start having Stevia in the mix.
Amy said…
I didn't order it light. Just ordered with nonfat milk. Still thought it tasted like poo. Maybe my taste buds were in a bad mood. However, how could anyone or anything be in a bad mood when chocolate and coffee are involved...
Amy said…
And I've never heard of Stevia. I probably consume too many artificial sweeteners already in my life.

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