Frappuccino, you minx. I was just learning the ins and outs of the nine-to-five lifestyle when you busted onto the coffee scene. My friends and I wondered what we’d been doing messing around with plain old morning drip when this sweet, java-flavored treat could be had at every city corner.
Inevitably, weight was gained, and we admitted to ourselves (over after-work nachos and beer, of course) that ice cream for breakfast—even coffee-flavored ice cream for breakfast—came with a price. But oh, they were hard to give up. Sweet, decadent, cool, creamy. I’m not sure what’s in them, but I defy anyone to drink frappuccinos for a few days straight and then try to stop.
So watch out, drinkers. I saw a sign at a Starbucks advertising the “frappuccino happy hour.” Through May 16, the green mermaid is singing a siren song of half-priced frappuccinos from 3 to 5pm. Indulge at your own risk.