We are go for chai milkshake.
Highly recommended.
My thing with iced chai is that it seems half-assed. Iced tea is one thing, but iced chai and iced coffee seem weird to me. Piping hot coffee. Piping cold coffee. Which doesn’t belong?
But a chai milkshake is committing to your deviance and embracing your weirdness, you freaky caffeine-seeker. It’s the same reason that I have to respect a certain friend of mine who, when ordering a girly drink, demands a little umbrella for the glass. Commit. Embrace. Freak.
A quick SAT-style analogy:
Iced chai:chai milkshake::McLovin from “Superbad”:Bill from “Freaks and Geeks.”
Be real. Be Bill.
In search of a coffee shop not subject to the comings and goings of CU students — did I mention that my temporary living situation is a combination of awesome and slightly inconvenient? — I’ve wandered down to The Cup, where there is a 1:1 MacBook-to-customer ratio and where the menu includes chai and espresso milkshakes.
I am successfully consuming a 3rd Street Chai shake.
Now, pardon me while I step into the “cell phone booth,” a free-standing, wooden phone booth structure with a door. Why don’t more places have these?
By the way, I’m not going in there to make a call. I’m going in there to await instructions from George Carlin.