“Well,” Frankie said, “Lenny and I are some of the bestselling drinks year-round.” “I lead the Six,” Pumpkin Spice Pamela corrected, “They’ve printed my likeness on every billboard from here to downtown.” Pumpkin Cream Cold Brew, Salted Caramel Mocha, Salted Caramel Mocha Frappuccino, Pumpkin Scone and Pumpkin Cream Cheese Muffin. “Pamela the Pumpkin Spice Latte,” Lenny said evenly, “we’ve been. The latte was born in desolation, the wintery months, a mug of liquid fire to shatter the ice. Lenny scowled as he surveyed the landscape. No Frappuccino could face this kind of pressure. He was a summer drought, brewed and bought for a happier time. To his right the Frappuccino was sweating, pooling thick globs of water onto the Drive-Thru shelf. And then laughter, thin and hollow, slithering from a lid “well well well, if it isn’t Lenny the Latte.” The cups halted, and for a moment there was silence.
“HALT.” a voice shouted from the doorway. Lenny grimaced as the sound of marching, lock step coffee and pastry items hammered into the room.
Folks have been eating blueberry pie all year but fall rolls around and suddenly BAM!” He shouted the word louder than he intended, “bam. “They warned us,” Lenny whispered, barely audible even in the silence, “they warned us about exclusive seasonal offerings.
Lenny shivered within his cardboard coffee cup sleeve. A truck is dropping them off as we speak.” His voice was thick with sorrow “it.it’s happening. “Lenny,” it was Frankie Frappuccino who spoke, hopping up beside him. How lonely it must be, Lenny thought, for a branch to carry into winter none of what it won in spring. Soon the leaves would be engulfed, and in cinders fall and crumble and become nothing. Chill winds blew through the trees, whose ardent verdure was seared with ochre. Lenny gazed out the Drive-Thru window, fixed wordlessly upon the autumn expanse. It was never a kind day to be a cynic, Lenny the Latte thought, yet what choice did he have? The day had arrived, and they were coming. Shout out to Troy Schuler for bringing this development to our attention about a month or so ago.Grim dawn had broken over the Java Jar Coffee Bar. Gotta let the peoples know how much bling they gonna drop, son. But let the record state it would be nice if O Ya actually published these prices its website, which only lists a la carte options. So is O Ya a BUY HOLD OR SELL at $285? Your call, world. Still more expensive are Masa ($450), Joel Robuchon ($435), Meadowood ($500 but that includes tip, so figure $417), Urasawa ($375) and Guy Savoy ($348).
O Ya, as it turns out, has the sixth most expensive tasting menu in America, according to data compiled by The Price Hike. But remember that foie gras and other luxuries are a supplement at Per Se.
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So after tax and service, dinner for two will run you $720, while a fully loaded dinner date with wine pairings is a cool $1,098. Yes, that’s more than Per Se, where two tastings plus wine pairings cost $1,067. The restaurant levies a 20% service charge. The grand omakase is now $285 the hike occurred sometime since last fall, when the going rate was $275. O Ya, the Japanese spot serving Boston’s most expensive tasting menu, has hiked the price of its longest tasting menu, which means it still serves Boston’s most expensive tasting menu. Boston’s Spendiest Tasting Menu Is Now Even Spendier.
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