In the Emergency Room, Mom was attached to an ECG machine and her heart was being monitored. She felt much better, and all we were waiting for was confirmation that there was no effect on the heart. Her blood was taken to test for a certain enzyme which is excreted when a heart attack occurs, which we were praying did not happen.
While waiting, Mom said she wanted coffee, and it was a good thing that there was a branch of Starbucks within the hospital compound. Thus I went, and ordered her favorite, a Venti Mocha Frappuccino with a shot of Mint Syrup. The result is a refreshing and cooling iced blended coffee that has a good balance of bitter and sweet.It's a small and quaint cafe, around 4 tables only. It seems meant to be a take-away kind of place.
At that time, only a few other customers were there, and two baristas were very pleasant and accommodating in their work. Service was prompt and quick.I had a few minutes to look through their magazines, and picked out one that stood out, MpH. It's much larger print format does make it stick out in the magazine stand like a sore thumb. Took a while for me to realize it as a familiar old issue, one of late last year where I had a review of a Palm OS game. I'd strongly suggest getting newer reading material for this branch.
It was an overall good experience, and the few minutes I spent in this branch were well spent. Mom loved the coffee, and seeing her enjoy the minty frappuccino while stuck in a hospital bed with wires connected to her chest, was a good image to see. Her gleaming smile and brighter eyes showed how the Frappucinno made the hospital experience bearable.Thank GOD, tests showed no trace of that enzyme, meaning that Mom did not have a heart attack. In a few minutes we were home and in the family room. After changing into house clothes, Pop and I had our own cups of Java, freshly ground on our machine. But that's another story.
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