Every time I order it I'm told it's not what Starbucks calls a macchiato. It doesn't come in a huge cup.
Thank god. This is the best drink on earth. When you order it, the barista gives you a knowing smile. One of the guys at Zingermans always gives me four shots when I order a triple, which is about right for an afternoon pick-me-up. Just enough milk to keep it from removing the lining from my stomach, but not enough to kill the flavor. Mmmmm.
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