

Come on in, stay awhile at our welcoming Starbucks coffeehouse in Lake Oswego. Savor brewed coffee, tea, espresso, Cold Brew, Refreshers, and seasonal favorites, alongside quality breakfast and lunch sandwiches, wraps, egg bites, and a variety of pastries and bakery favorites. Take a moment to relax with comfortable seating and free WiFi. Explore the menu and order ahead in the Starbucks app or on our website. Plus, join Starbucks® Rewards to earn Stars toward free drinks and food, receive personalized offers, and enjoy exclusive member benefits. Since 1971, Starbucks Coffee Company has been dedicated to ethically sourcing and roasting highquality arabica coffee, bringing the Starbucks Experience to life in every cup.
Welcoming coffeehouse with handcrafted coffee, espresso & tea, plus breakfast, lunch & pastries.
Address and Contact Information
Address: 3 Monroe Parkway, Square, Lake Oswego, OR 97035
Phone: (503) 675-9097
Website: https://www.starbucks.com/store-locator/store/15244/
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Coffee is what you’d expect from a corporate chain, and same with the snacks (good enough). Will say that service was perfect.
Drinks are 90% correct overall. So a good practice to occasionally check your drink if you’re a regular.
Staff are friendly and this store seems to visually embody/match starbucks alignment in that folks from all walks of life are welcome.
Conversations behind the counter are always customer first. It’s rare that I’ve experienced a personal conversation present in lieu of customer interest.
The SB is of average size but is well maintained. Parking is pretty alright and easy parking for early AM coffee drinkers (6am-8am crowd).
Worth a visit and would recommend. I’ve done visits during all hours and would say their best service and “fullness” of their seating/availability is around noon and evenings. Mornings are crazy here, even on weekends.
I placed my order. Another customer began talking with me about the area, and I had to tell her I was not from around there either. We chatted about different parts of town and how Starbucks differ from town to town. I see out of corner of my eye that the barista is listening to us. Not busy here, just us two gals swapping stories.
I began to tell my story of the week before when I’d been in more of a rush when I visited Starbucks by the airport. Upon entering, the place didn’t seem busy. One client stands ready to approach the bar where I watch one gal writing a note at the counter. Two others make and fetch drinks for drive through. The barista this client is watching is busy helping a fellow make his food choice. He buys and moves along.
Now, the client moves forward and she blurts out that her phone wasn’t in the car or on the table where she and her friend were. Barista answered back that no one had turned it in. I’m beginning to feel ignored as the person writing hasn’t looked up. She must have noticed my stare.
I’m enjoying telling my story to this gal who seems entertained, and it’s still not busy here so I pay with my gold card and put a $1 tip in cup. Meanwhile I’m reliving the moment of my last Starbucks trip and don’t hear the barista say “Here’s the decaf.” Im just talking away. Can you tell, I really should not have caffeine.
Starbucks airport visit, story continues. I wait another moment observing the chat about the gal’s phone being lost. I hear her crying and I feel sorry but I’m not going to help look for her phone. I see the gal at counter look up at me from her writing. I say, before she can look away. “Should I have done the drive through?” She seems surprised and tells me, “She’s lost her phone.” I reply, “How does that involve me? I’m here to order coffee and I have my old man waiting in the car.” Oh. Yeah. I see recognition in her eyes that here’s a customer who’s waiting to be served. So, she stands up and offers to take my order. Friendly enough after that and my drinks were good enough. My fella hardly knew I was gone.
Story ended. I say goodbye to gal whose grin is my reward. I turn to look at the barista who is staring at me as if I’m an odd one. As I hold both cups I ask her, “Which is the decaf? It’s marked, right?” “No,” she said. “I told you when I handed it to you.” Oh, dear. Now we’re in a fix. So, another barista popped over to her station and offered to get me new drinks. Problem solved. Although I am not impressed with taste of decaf house coffee, I would’ve given 4 stars if she could’ve told me which was decaf.