Anyway.
So I decided to wallow in self-loathing with an oversized bucket of whatever they normally serve. Instead, I bought a flat white. That's right, Starbucks in America has our coffee. You may have read of plans to take it to the US and now it has been.
Of course, many Americans haven't heard of a flat white.
Explaining our coffee is less fraught than explaining our sports teams ("flat white" draws noticeably fewer racial queries than "All Blacks"), but Starbucks' claim that its flat white "honours coffee artistry", must have had even its cheesiest marketing gurus spluttering into their crema.
I ordered a small flat white, which in America comes in a stein, and the guy behind me did the same. We struck up a conversation: he showed me his handgun and I noted the drink we'd both ordered is a staple of my home.
"Oh you're from Australia," the lady on the espresso machine said happily as she blasted a vat of milk.
"What's this thing taste like, anyway?" said the guy with the Glock.
"It's like a latte with more coffee," she replied.
I bid farewell to gun guy and as I drew the searing-and-somewhat-bitter coffee to my lips, felt I'd done quite the national service by not bothering to correct anyone.
• Jack Tame is on Newstalk ZB, Saturdays, 9am-midday.