Crimes against tea
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Oh dear. In the space of one hot beverage order things have slid back 20 years. There we were celebrating going to see The King's Speech and feeling quite regal. I order a cup of tea with milk in a nearby cafe. When it arrives it appears to be a tea-a-ccino (as previously mentioned here). I cannot even give them the benefit of the doubt and say with any certainty that there was ANY water in the cup. They had poured boiling frothy milk over a teabag.
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I asked what it was and was told with some pride, tea with milk. Er no that's not tea - I wanted cold milk in my tea. A cup of tea with cold milk.
Have you guessed it already?
The next cup that arrives is a cup of cold milk with a sad teabag floating on the top of it. You couldn't make it up.
I'm afraid I went into full colonial mode at this point and gave a lesson in what tea is. Boiling water and tea. Finally we got there and I was given a cup of tea with a little cold milk. It was horrible anyway. The kind of Earl Grey which tastes like something you should put in your bath.
You could say this is progress as both times they put the teabag in the cup with the liquid but the sight of that cold milk with a drowning teabag is one that will stay with me for a very long time.
Previous rant about tea.