My sister might have been joking when she said to look out for fake and imitation Starbucks stores. But while I was walking around Jixi, I spotted a sign that looked vaguely familiar. But not. I saw a sigh that started with “Star …” I ventured closer and spotted the neighborhood Starbucks. In red and white. In Jixi. By the Russian border. In the middle of nowhere.
Unfortunately I didn’t have the opportunity to venture inside and order a non-fat, iced, two-pump, caramel macchiato.
It looks like, however, I could have ordered plenty of Coors Light.