Vanilla Latte Quotes

Your half-caf, double vanilla latte is getting cold over here, Francis.

Our society makes plenty of room for complacency or laziness; we’re rarely surrounded by accountability. We’re also rarely surrounded by sugar-free vanilla lattes, but when I really want one, I somehow find a way to get one.

I placed my drink order first. “I’ll have a nonfat three-pump vanilla latte, low foam and extra hot.” Chance squinted his eyes at me and turned to the waitress. “Did you get all that? She’ll have a hot two-pump chump with extra cream.

Many of the members' young staffers were worse. Arrogant Ivy League twentysomethings berated me for forcing them to submit to the most basic security protocols. It was as if running a metal detector over the Starbucks cup they carried might curdle the soy milk in their grande vanilla latte, or delay them from A VERY IMPORTANT meeting.

She hands over Chloe’s usual Starbucks order: iced matcha latte with two pumps of brown sugar syrup and one pump of vanilla

He's gone," Sara said. "I can feel it. This time for good." Natalie hugged her, and she started to sob. Then Harry shattered the silence with a pained yell, hurling his thermos into the woods. With tears in his eyes, he said, "I want a drink." I hugged him fiercely. "It'll have to be one of my special chais, Harry. Have I made you a dirty one yet?" "I want mine filthy," he said. We trudged back to the museum together, and toasted Coby with dirty vanilla chai lattes.

Recipe 1: Hot Chocolate Latte Ingredients: • 4 cups brewed hot coffee • 1 cup half-and-half • 1/4 cup chocolate syrup • 1/2 teaspoon vanilla extract • 2 tablespoons sugar Stir everything in a pan over low-medium heat for five minutes or thoroughly heated. Serve with whipped cream!

He sips a latte, complimenting the yummy nutty-vanilla flavor of the ube before taking a giant bite of his croissant. His eyes roll to the back of his head as he moans, and I nearly choke. I'm one thousand percent certain that I've never heard a sexier sound in my life.

Now, of course, you can’t walk in any Indian city without running into a café selling everything from mochas to cappuccinos to that monstrosity known unironically as chai latte containing ingredients such as maple syrup and vanilla extract. Either commit to a chai or to a coffee, people. What kind of daily indecisiveness do you battle that you must find ways to marry the two?

The last thing I saw before darkness enveloped me was a stain on my DCU pants from the vanilla latte I’d spilled on my leg after I’d stopped at the coffee shop next to the DFAC on my way to the chapel. Nice, I thought, I’m flying into battle smelling of Starbucks. Very GI Joe. No wonder the Army guys make fun of us

her in the crowded coffee shop as she mentally prioritized the tasks that awaited her back at her own store. “Here you go, one yerba mate tea and a vanilla latte.” Felicity rang up the purchase, as Morgan dug in the front pocket of her faded denim jeans for some cash which she traded for the two paper cups. Inhaling the spicy aroma of the tea, she turned to leave, her

For someone who, like James Redd, prefers the simplicity and straightforwardness of Dunkin’ Donuts coffee, a trip to Starbucks is like a journey into another dimension. In much the same way, one-size-fits-all coffee does not cut it for the Bleus. Phoebe’s favorite order is the “grande two-pump skinny vanilla latte.” Finn almost always gets a “grande skim latte with mocha and peppermint, 4.5 pumps, nonfat, no water, no foam, with extra hot chai.” Although people with fluid worldviews talk about these drinks among their friends fully believing that everyone knows what they mean, the Redds would probably need a translator to learn that Phoebe has ordered a large skim-milk latte with a half shot of sugar-free vanilla syrup, while Finn has asked for a medium nonfat latte with four and a half pumps of chai syrup, no water added, the foam taken off the top, and the cup filled with extra-hot steamed milk.

I am celebrating, Persephone texted. With a vanilla latte. Not with coffee. Alcohol. Shots. You + Me. Tonight.

How do you think it’s possible for a stoned college dropout behind the counter at Starbucks to live in more luxury than any Roman emperor? You think he works harder than the wetback who picked the beans for his vanilla latte? Hell, no. But he goes home to Internet porn and cable TV and more calories in a single meal than that bean-picker sees all week. Other countries struggle. We consume. America is the biggest, fattest kid at the party, gobbling all the candy. But someone has to break the piñata.

Tex, can you make me a skinny vanilla latte, please?” I asked. “So you’re talkin’ to me again?” he asked. “Just make me one!” “Who’re you? The Man?” “No, I’m The Woman" rock chick 1

I became obsessed with her hands. How they were kind of perpetually moving, twitching, the knuckles on her skinny fingers popping every time she remembered to crack them, which was often. I liked to watch them when she spoke, when she curled them around the occasional vanilla latte, when she ran them through her hair. I loved June's hands. I loved June's collarbone. I loved June's hair. I loved her laugh and her nose and her purple varsity jacket. I loved June's everything. I was beginning to think I loved without there needing to be a common noun to follow.

We walk up to the counter. Surprisingly, there is no line. I recognize the barista as a young woman whose miniature schnauzer I killed last year. She was reading a book at the city park, letting the pup run about. I cornered it behind some bushes and removed all four of its legs with a pair of garden loppers. It was alive when I left but the newspaper reported the next day that it had died. I still have the legs. Sara orders a vanilla latte and a blueberry muffin. I order a red eye and a brownie. I pay for both orders even though Sara says she is happy to pay.

A double shot of espresso? Wouldn’t you rather have a vanilla latte or a caramel macchiato? Our special drink of the month is a lavender honey latte and we have pumpkin spice all year round!