Thank god–someone else is doing the job I am far too daunted by:
I’ve just started to skim. Reference to Lindsay Lohan-style lace leggings? Always gets me. Snark about glowing walls? Uh-huh. Willingness to bend the bounds of mission (with review of not-exactly-Greek Wassi, which I was curious about)? We got it.
What’s really astounding to see, though, is their master to-do list of cafes–which is far longer than I ever could’ve imagined. Yipes. That’s a lot of frappes.
I wonder, though, have they discovered the perverse genius of the iced-tea frappe?
I think I’ll go make myself one now. My goal before I move on Thursday is to eat everything in our pantry that is less than a third full (bonus points for spices), and the Lipton iced tea mix is just barely in that category.