It was bound to happen: a Starbucks on the L.E.S.
A couple of weeks ago I went down to the Jennifer Convertibles store on the corner of Delancey and Allen Streets to look into a sofabed. It was closed, with planks, dust, and other construction detritus within. Yesterday, coming back from Duane Reade, I passed the place and found–though the store is still way incomplete–a green Starbucks awning over the door.
Now, I’m pretty pro-Starbucks (my allegedly anti-Starbucks song is actually about the impotence of rage against pop culture). On tour, I’m there every day getting my fix–I look up the closest locations on the website the moment I check into the hotel in the town I’m playing–and usually avoid local indie coffee, as variations in dosage might prove disastrous to my mood (I do prefer local coffee, though, if I can get a really good, reliable recommendation from a fellow addict).
But the Lower East Side? Scandalous. They sidestepped a chunk of the controversy by putting the place on Delancey Street, which is a swath of big-brand stores–McDonalds, Chase Bank, Subway, Taco Bell, KFC (the one from “Sunkeneyed,” naturally), Duane Reade, et al. Still. Now there’s a Starbucks within walking distance of Teany, Paul’s Boutique, the Pink Pony, the Cake Shop, Sugar Sweet Sunshine, Lotus–all the local groovy-people hangs.
Inevitable? Probably. I love Teany and the Pink Pony–the former is basically my living room, and the latter I’m in so often with friends that Dougie Bowne and I call it “the Office”–but doubtless on some hectic morning when I’m headed to the airport, I’ll get my iced triple grande soy latte at the Starbucks.