Dad's First Starbucks

When Dad came to SF State to play pool, we went out for Starbucks before picking up my brother from work. For those who are curious about when Dad came to school, check out my post, "Bring Your Dad to School Day." After Dad finished playing pool, my brother, my Mom, and I were suppose to all go out for dinner. However, Mom already ate by the time we told her that we were going out for dinner. So, instead, we went out to Starbucks before picking up my brother from work. Geographically, Starbucks was on the way to my brother's workplace. Then again, there are so many Starbucks locations in San Francisco. Out of all of the Starbucks in San Francisco, Dad chose the one that is connected to the Safeway on Church street.

On the way to the Starbucks, Dad asked me what kind of drink should he get and I just posted the question on Twitter and within five minutes, I had like four different options prepared for Dad and he chose, "caramel macchiato." Some of my friends suggested vanilla soy latte and java frap. I guess Dad wanted something as close and as strong as Vietnamese coffee because that is the only kind of coffee that he drinks. 

When we got to Starbucks, it took about a good ten minutes to order our drinks, get the drinks and leave. When we were ordering, Dad was standing next to me and whatever the cashier asked in English, I asked Dad the exact same question, but in English. When it comes to Dad, no language brokering required. I have no idea why he didn't understand the Starbucks cashier, but for some reason, he understood when I asked him the exact same question in the exact same language. Haha. Dad got a caramel macchiato, I got a green tea frap and we got a pumpkin spiced latte for my brother. The derpiest moment of the day was how fast we got into the car because Dad actually forgot to lock the car when we went to Starbucks. WHOOPS!

In the end, Dad liked the caramel macchiato. After he tried the drink, he said, "Your suggestions have been tested and approved! Thank you!" And about a month later, or whenever he and I go to Starbucks together, he would order the caramel macchiato. If he didn't get that Starbucks gift card, I don't think he would ever think about going to Starbucks. So to whoever gave Dad the gift card, THANK YOU!