My Starbucks moment was the smell of Manhattan. My husband couldn’t smell it, but all day every day on our trip I was overwhelmed by the combo smell of garbage/hot dogs/manhole steam.
My Starbucks moment was the smell of Manhattan. My husband couldn’t smell it, but all day every day on our trip I was overwhelmed by the combo smell of garbage/hot dogs/manhole steam.
My Starbucks moment was the smell of Manhattan. My husband couldn’t smell it, but all day every day on our trip I was overwhelmed by the combo smell of garbage/hot dogs/manhole steam.
We haven’t been back to NYC since (19 years)!
I found my way back to Starbucks in much less time but I do get it.