Anna Wintour and I have something in common: we love coffee from Starbucks. I, however, was sipping it with much more style when living in Hamburg. On Jungfernstieg, not far away from Chanel’s, Gucci’s and Prada’s flagship stores, I was an ever so frequent customer at the most exquisite Starbucks coffee house you can possibly imagine. Situated in a restored Kontorhaus from the late 1800s, a true architectural gem, opulent neo-renaissance with the original ceiling and its most stunning coffering which you can almost touch when you’re seated on the second floor. It’s a feast for anybody only slightly interested in interior design and architecture. Vienna’s Kaffeehaus Demel, Venice’s Caffè Florian, or Rome’s Caffè Greco may offer better coffee, less absurd varieties and much more high toned a bill, but their ceilings can’t compete. Despite the fact I had become a vieil habitué over the years, I never stopped sipping my Soy Caffè Latte Venti looking up, on the brink of neck fracture, every bit as much impressed as when looking up at Michelangelo’s David in Florence. Well, I’m exaggerating a little, but he comes close.