Face it, you go to Starbucks to feed your socially acceptable drug addiction. Starbucks is the dealer, and you’re jonesin’. Being surrounded by conspicuous writers writing conspicuously, other impatient addicts, and baristas who didn’t quite hear your name correctly is just a bonus. And SNL imagines a world where you can bring that last part of that bonus home with a sass-talking Verismo. You know, in case you’re a masochist. [Laughing Squid]
