PART ONE
LOVE
1
A BEVERAGE OF TRUTH
One Tuesday afternoon in February 2008, Starbucks closed all of its US stores. A note posted on 7,100 locked doors explained the reason: āWeāre taking time to perfect our espresso.
Great espresso requires practice.
Thatās why weāre dedicating ourselves to honing our craft.ā
Only weeks earlier, Iād sat in my Seattle office holding back-to-back meetings about how to quickly fix myriad problems that were beginning to surface inside the company. One team had to figure out how we could, in short order, retrain 135,000 baristas to pour the perfect shot of espresso.
Pouring espresso is an art, one that requires the barista to care about the quality of the beverage. If the barista only goes through the motions, if he or she does not care and produces an inferior espresso that is too weak or too bitter, then Starbucks has lost the essence of what we set out to do 40 years ago: inspire the human spirit. I realize this is a lofty mission for a cup of coffee, but this is what merchants do. We take the ordinaryāa shoe, a knifeāand give it new life, believing that what we create has the potential to touch othersā lives because it touched ours.
Starbucks has always been about so much more than coffee. But without great coffee, we have no reason to exist.
āWe looked at all the options,ā the team seated around me said. āThe only way to retrain everyone by March is to close our stores, all at once.ā
I sat back in my chair. It would be a powerful statement, but no retailer had ever done such a thing. āThatās a big idea,ā I replied, considering the risks. Starbucks would lose several million dollars in sales and labor costs. That would be unavoidable. Competitors would capitalize on our absence and try to lure away our customers. Critics would gloat, cynics would smirk, and the always-unpredictable media scrutiny could be humiliating. On Wall Street, our stock could sink even lower. Most dangerous of all, such a massive retraining event would be perceived as our own admission that Starbucks was no longer good enough. But if I was honest with myself, I knew that that was the truth.
I pursed my lips and looked at the team. āLetās do it.ā
There is a word that comes to my mind when I think about our company and our people. That word is ālove.ā I love Starbucks because everything weāve tried to do is steeped in humanity.
Respect and dignity.
Passion and laughter.
Compassion, community, and responsibility.
Authenticity.
These are Starbucksā touchstones, the source of our pride.
Valuing personal connections at a time when so many people sit alone in front of screens; aspiring to build human relationships in an age when so many issues polarize so many; and acting ethically, even if it costs more, when corners are routinely cutāthese are honorable pursuits, at the core of what we set out to be.
For more than three decades, coffee has captured my imagination because it is a beverage about individuals as well as community. A Rwandan farmer. Eighty roast masters at six Starbucks plants on two continents. Thousands of baristas in 54 countries. Like a symphony, coffeeās power rests in the hands of a few individuals who orchestrate its appeal. So much can go wrong during the journey from soil to cup that when everything goes right, it is nothing short of brilliant! After all, coffee doesnāt lie. It canāt. Every sip is proof of the artistryātechnical as well as humanāthat went into its creation.
In the beginning of 2008 I deeply wanted people to fall back in love with Starbucks, which is why, even when bombarded by warnings against it, I decided to close all of our stores across America. I did not feel fear as much as a sense of the unknown, like I was flipping over a playing card. All I had was my belief that, even more than perfecting our coffee, we had to restore the passion and the commitment that everyone at Starbucks needed to have for our customers. Doing so meant taking a step back before we could take many steps forward.
When clocks struck 5:30 p.m. in cities across the United States, our customers were gently asked to leave our stores and the doors were locked behind them. Inside, our green-aproned baristas watched a short film our coffee experts had produced in a matter of days back in Seattle and shipped to all 7,100 stores, along with 7,100 DVD players. What our people heard that afternoon was pure and true:
If poured too fast from the spout into a shot glass, like water flowing from a faucet, the espressoās flavor will be weak and the body will be thin. A shot poured too slow means the grind is too fine, and the flavor will be bitter. The perfect shot looks like honey pouring from a spoon. It is dense and tastes caramely sweet.
If the espresso was not good enough, I told everyone at the end of the video, they had my permission to pour it out and begin again.
And then there was the milk.
For our espresso beverages, steaming milk to create a creamy, sweet consistency is crucial. Unfortunately, in the name of efficiency, our company had created some bad habits among our baristas. Not only had we not trained many of them to steam milk correctlyāthe process requires aerating and heating the milk in just the right fashionābut some had also been steaming large pitchers of milk prior to customersā orders, letting the pitcher sit, and then resteaming the milk as needed. But once steamed, milk begins to break down and lose some of its sweetness. We had to correct these behaviors and return to higher standards.
Speaking to our people via the video, I had no script, just a heartfelt plea. āIt is not about the company or about the brand,ā I said. āIt is not about anyone but you. You decide whether or not it is good enough, and you have my complete support and, most importantly, my faith and belief in you. Letās measure our actions by that perfect shot of espresso.ā
Meanwhile, in city after city, news crews pointed their cameras at our closed stores as reporters interviewed baffled customers. āA World without Starbucks?ā asked a headline in The Baltimore Sun. In New York City: āStarbucks Shutdown a Grande Pain for NYers.ā Online, opinions pro and con streamed in throughout the day, and on television, CNN, ABC, NBC, CBS, Fox News, and others covered the closings with an odd sense of wonder, as if it had snowed in summer. Late-night comedians also roasted us. At my home in Seattle, I watched Stephen Colbertās mock news report about his three tortuous hours without a caffeinated drink, which climaxed as he doused himself in the shower with coffee, foam, and cinnamon. I went to sleep laughing for the first time in months.
Not everything went well that day. As predicted, Starbucks lost money. Approximately $6 million. One competitor tried to poach our customers by promoting 99-cent cups of espresso-based beverages. Some critics were brutal, insisting that by admitting we were broken we had forever dented the Starbucks brand. But I was confident that we had done the right thing. How could it be wrong to invest in our people?
In the weeks following the closures, our coffee quality scores went up and stayed there as stories made their way to me, like this one from a barista in Philadelphia:
A gentleman came into my store this morning and told me he would like to try espresso but was afraid it would be too bitter. So I told him that I would pull some perfect shots for him and also make him an Americano. Together we talked about espresso, its origins, and how to enjoy the perfect shot. He enjoyed it immensely and said he would be back for more. . . . I think I now have a customer for life.
That was proof enough for me that we had done the right thing.
There are moments in our lives when we summon the courage to make choices that go against reason, against common sense and the wise counsel of people we trust. But we lean forward nonetheless because, despite all risks and rational argument, we believe that the path we are choosing is the right and best thing to do. We refuse to be bystanders, even if we do not know exactly where our actions will lead.
This is the kind of passionate conviction that sparks romances, wins battles, and drives people to pursue dreams others wouldnāt dare. Belief in ourselves and in what is right catapults us over hurdles, and our lives unfold.
āLife is a sum of all your choices,ā wrote Albert Camus. Large or small, our actions forge our futures, hopefully inspiring others along the way.
Ultimately, closing our stores was most powerful in its symbolism. It was a galvanizing event for Starbucksā partnersāthe term we use for our employeesāa stake in the ground that helped reestablish some of the emotional attachment and trust we had squandered during our years of focusing on hypergrowth. A bold move that I stand by today, it sent a message that decisiveness was back at Starbucks. No doubt, after that Tuesday, thousands of Starbucks espresso shots were poured like honey. But a symbolic act and three hours of education would not solve our mounting problems. We had a long, long way to goāfurther than I had imagined when I returned as ceo. In the winter of 2008, the fight began for our survival. What we faced was nothing less than a crucible, and I had spent the past year preparing for it.
2
A LOVE STORY
When we love something, emotion often drives our actions. This is the gift and the challenge entrepreneurs face every day. The companies we dream of and build from scratch are part of us and intensely personal. They are our families. Our lives.
But the entrepreneurial journey is not for everyone. Yes, the highs are high and the rewards can be thrilling. But the lows can break your heart. Entrepreneurs must love what they do to such a degree that doing it is worth sacrifice and, at times, pain. But doing anything else, we think, would be unimaginable.
So it was with a heavy heart that, early one morning in February 2007, I sat at my long kitchen table, alone, and handwrote a memo to Starbucksā most senior leaders.
Outside, the morning would be dark for another two hours as rain drizzled down our kitchen windows. Sheri and I had been living in Seattle going on 25 years. Friends in New York had warned us about the foul weather before we moved. Their forecasts were not only overblown, but also overshadowed by the Pacific Northwestās rugged beauty and saner lifestyle. I actually enjoyed Seattle winters, which in truth were more gray than wet. Rainy winter mornings like this one were ideal for contemplation. I began to write.
āI want to share some of my thoughts with you.ā
Candidly expressing my business philosophies, feelings, and plans in writing to coworkers has been a habit of mine since 1986 . . . but I am getting ahead of myself.
The journey that brought me to that table, on that day, to write the memo that would trigger heated public debate and alter Starbucksā future as well as my own began many years ago.
My love of coffee developed when I first went to work as head of marketing for the four stores of a small coffee company named Starbucks. That was in 1982. I didnāt truly discover coffeeās magic, however, until one year later on a business trip to Italy. That visit was the seed of what blossomed into todayās Starbucks Coffee Company.
Early one day in Milan, I was strolling from my hotel to a trade show when I popped into a small coffee bar. āBuon giorno!ā an older, thin man behind the counter greeted me, as if I were a regular. Moving gracefully and with precision, he seemed to be doing a delicate dance as he ground coffee beans, steamed milk, pulled shots of espresso, made cappuccinos, and chatted with customers standing side by side at the coffee bar. Everyone in the tiny shop seemed to know each other, and I sensed that I was witnessing a daily ritual.
āEspresso?ā he asked me.
I nodded and watched as he repeated the ritual for me, looking up to smile as the espresso machine hissed and whirred with purpose. This is not his job, I thought, itās his passion.
For a tall guy who grew up playing football in the schoolyards of Brooklyn, being handed a tiny white porcelain demitasse filled with dark coffee crafted just for me by a gracious Italian gentleman called a barista was nothing less than transcendent.
This was so much more than a coffee break; this was theater. An experience in and of itself.
After the espressoās rich flavors had warmed me, I thanked the barista and cashier and continued toward the trade show exhibit hall, stopping along the way at more coffee bars. There seemed to be at least one on every block! Inside, there was always a similar scene: a skilled barista or two behind a bar creating espressos, cappuccinosāand other drinks I had yet to tasteāfor people who seemed more like friends than customers. In every bar I felt the hum of community and a sense that, over a demitasse of espresso, life slowed down.
The blend of craftsmanship and human connection, combined with the warm aroma and energizing flavors of fresh coffee, struck an emotional chord. My mind raced. It was as if I envisioned my own future and the future of Starbucks, which at the time sold only whole-bean and ground coffee in bags for home consumption. No beverages.
After Milan I flew back to the United States, excited to share what I had experienced. But my bosses, the first founders of Starbucks, for whom I had tremendous respect, did not share my dream of re-creating the coffee bar experience in Seattle. I was crushed, but my belief was so powerful that, in April 1986, I left Starbucks and raised money from local investors to found my own retail coffee company. I named it Il Giornale, after Milanās daily newspaper.
That year, Il Giornale opened its first store in the lobby of Seattleās newest, highest office tower, Columbia Center. The store was 710 square feet, and I had to personally guarantee the lease, even though I had no assets at the time. To keep our labor costs down, my two colleagues and Iāour chief coffee buyer Dave Olsen and Jennifer Ames-Karremanāsometimes worked behind the counter with the baristas. Pouring shots. Steaming milk. Blending beverages.
I also wrote my very first memo to employees. In it, I outlined the companyās mission and the goals I expected us to achieve, as well as how we should achieve them. I was confident, e...