I love Starbucks Cold Brew.
Unfortunately, I discovered it only shortly before we moved to Mexico.
Cold Brew is a real treat to me. I did not buy it often, more as a treat than as a regular beverage. And I knew I would miss it in Mexico if I couldn’t find it here.
Well, I didn’t find it. At least not in the single serving bottles I am familiar with back in the States. Heck, Walmart carried them. So did pretty much every grocery store I visited in the last couple of months in the U.S. I got my last one at a truck stop in New Mexico. Paid $1 more than normal. Boy, it was worth it.
The day after we crossed the border, we happened upon a Walmart (yes, Walmart de Mexico is alive and well) and I eagerly searched the isles for Cold Brew. No luck. Same thing in the next few stops we made. Some at Walmart; some at other grocery retailers in Mexico. No Cold Brew. Starbucks energy drinks, yes. But none of their brewed coffees.
So imagine my eagerness when Bonita had an appointment in Guadalajara. I dropped her off and drove around a little. We were in a commercial zone and I had a couple of hours waiting so I parked in the lot of a Soriana (a national Mexican grocer). Around me too was a cinema, a Home Depot, a Carl’s Jr, and a KFC. So I thought, well maybe, just maybe there could be a Starbucks.
Sure enough there was. Unfortunately, the orientation of the map was confusing. I wasn’t sure which way to walk.
At that moment a police car was driving through the lot and I asked the officers in my stumbling Spanish, where is Starbucks? (Donde esta el Starbucks.) Of course I prefaced this with my current favorite phrase in Spanish, Hablo espanol solo un poco (I speak Spanish only a little). They gestured and said, a la derecha (to the right).
A few minutes walk and there I was. It looked like any Starbucks in the U.S. And it was rockin’ and rollin’ and to my delight full of Mexicanos. Not a gringo in sight (except yours truly).
I walked up to the counter, explained my ability in Spanish and haltingly asked for a “Cold Brew”. And they had it! Not in bottles, but fresh brewed. Yes!
So I settled in to enjoy the brew and hang. As I went back to the counter for a straw, I encountered a young barista who asked me something in Spanish. She was standing next to a little table with three small mounds of ground coffee, a french press and some coffee beans.
She explained in her limited English (so she said) that she was doing a demonstration of coffee-making and asked me to join in. Another patron happened by, the other baristas and the manager gathered around and she launched into the demonstration. For the most part, I had no clue what she said, but between the actual demonstration and my slight Spanish, I caught the drift.
A pot of coffee brewed in the French press and little sampling cups poured, we all saluted and drank. The inevitable photos taken (sadly not by yours truly) and a few moments of fellowship, smiles and laughter all around.
Mexico is feeling more and more like home.
And Starbucks in Guadalajara, I will be back!