Halloween is the one time of the year where creatures of the night abandon their crypts and face the light of day. These beings aren’t necessarily vampires, mummies,
wolfmen wolfpeople, or creatures created in a science lab. These beings are people who were out too late on a Saturday night. They are not searching for brains. They are seeking an elixir to keep their eyes open.
As one of these creatures myself, I staggered into Starbucks this morning in need of something to shake away the Sunday morning sleepies and spark my synapses awake for the day ahead. It wasn’t caffeine that caught my eye, though. It was an undead concoction that only a madman could conjure.
It was green, icy cold, with streaks of blood (mocha syrup) dripping down the sides, and topped with brains (pink whipped cream) under a domed lid. It was the Zombie Frappuccino.
Although it wasn’t my typical Starbucks treat, as I would never order a sour apple frappuccino with mocha swirl and whipped cream, it was quite good. I mean, let’s face it: Noone would ever order this drink if it wasn’t for the name. I suppose this is where the genius of marketing and the impressionability of consumers (mostly me) intersect.
The sweetness was off-the-charts, but the sour twist from the apple negated some of the sugar. I happily devoured the entire mid-sized portion without feeling like I needed a shot of insulin.
Should you get the Zombie Frappucino during the days before Halloween? Yes.
Should you get a green apple frappuccino with a mocha drizzle in July? No. That would be really weird. Don’t do that … ever.
Consume.Review.Repeat. gives the Zombie Frappuccino from Starbucks 8.3 mindless walkers awakening from their eternal rests out of 10.