Chatted with a barista at Starbucks on 3rd and Main, and it wrecked my whole roast preference
I was waiting for my usual dark roast, and this kid behind the counter goes, 'You know, we burn those beans so bad they taste like ash, right?' He handed me a sample of a medium from some local roaster in Portland, and I couldn't argue. Now I'm sitting here with a bag of Ethiopian Yirgacheffe I spent $18 on, questioning 10 years of black coffee. Anyone else have a stranger completely flip your go-to order?