We finally broke down and went to a Western eatery -- Starbucks. (Mr. Pizza really didn't count. Anyplace that serves pizza with cherries on it is not Western.
Katrina, recovering from stomach ambiguities, was jonesing for some latte. So during a shopping trip we walked to the center or Shaiman Island, a few blocks away, to the local Starbucks. It looked like pretty much any Starbucks anywhere, except hipper and cleaner. The drinks were the same. Some of the food was different. The "Aussie Sausage Rolls" looked extremely questionable, and the Eclair of Sumatra is a pastry for which the world is not yet prepared.
My vanilla frapaccino tasted like one at home. Not that I drink such thinks. Katrina's iced latte was too strong, whcih in her case must mean it was about 99.5 percent raw caffeine.
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