Owen’s Boarding House, Georgia, USA.
Yes ma’am, it’s iced.
Yes ma’am, it’s sweet.
Yes ma’am, it’s served in a bucket with a straw.
But, damn, it’s good.
Especially when washing down fried chicken, corn bread, biscuits, beans, mac and cheese, meatloaf, spinach greens and peach cobbler.
I got no score but I got fed.
Not tea. Hawthorn
Ok, people. Hold onto your hats.
I just made a coffee and mostly drank it.
While tea is still far superior, my poor sleep habits are requiring stronger caffeine levels.
I think I’ve nailed it but coffee is pretty gross so it’s hard to tell.
This is not me surrendering. This is just me wanting to stay awake while I eat my toast.
Life on Mars, Hawthorn.
Ordered tea, waited, let it brew, poured… The weakest tea ever! The barista had forgotten the tea. He apologized and I was in a good mood so all went well. Not a remarkable cup of tea in the end but sometimes unremarkable is just what’s needed.
And they serve the most amazing eggs with truffle oil. Oil be back! (sorry).
Simon Johnson, Chadstone.
Last night I went to the pricey yet spiffy Simon Johnson shop in Chadstone. While investigating their range of tea, the shop keeper asked if I’d like to try a cup of one of the teas I was looking at. Hell yes.
Hands down, one of the best out-of-the-house cups ever. But I’m worried that the fact that it was free disqualifies it from my search. So maybe take this post as a tip rather than a review. If you’re ever in Simon Johnson, look at the tea canisters with interest and wait for someone to offer to make you a cup of tea. Delish, and it has the added effect of making Chadstone seems less icky.
I couldn’t find a picture of the Darjeeling but you get the idea of what to look for.
Super fancy pasta.
Super fancy teabag.
And the hot water tasted funny.
Not funny “Ha Ha” but funny “how many times has this water been boiled before it made it into a teapot”.
Did I mention the pasta?
Pearl cafe, Ricmond.
Sometimes nice things can lose some of their attractiveness when surrounded by boring things. For example, fancy shoes worn with tracksuit pants. Another example is a decorated teapot on a white dinner plate next to sachet of Lavazza sugar.
Pope Joan, Brunswick.
Quite nice. Quite nice.
An appropriate amount of effort without being over the top.
(Don’t look so surprised)
Shibuya City Lounge, Tokyo.
Leaf tea! Ready to go! No milk but not a milk loving country so whatever. Much more relaxed about my usual standards when on holiday.
And yes, that is champagne in the background.
And yes, that also contributed to the relaxed standards.
This actually tasted like the tea I used to get at my grandparents’ house. There was no pot because they brewed it and poured it for me. Milk’s on the table.
A cup of the house tea - 90p.
Finally! Thank you Williamsburg.
Fuck your teapoterrarium.
Fuck your teapoterrarium.
Percy’s Aeroplane Cafe, Kew.
I have been waiting have tea here for months and months. It’s just near work but they close at 3pm so never seem to find the time.
Found the time today.
Then found a freakin’ tea bag.
Oliver’s Garden, Moonee Ponds.
I ordered this because I saw someone else’s tea service and got excited. It was the same teapot but in orange (I have it at home in blue) and they had a willow pattern-rip off tea cup and saucer. So I was a little disappointed when this arrived. But it was pointed out to me that the ice cream we’d ordered had come in an array of teacups so perhaps they’d run out. Perhaps. But, on a brighter note, I had ice cream. I also had lunch with some of the best women this city has to offer. Thanks peeps.
Bell Jar, Clifton Hill.
The group next to us ordered chamomile tea and ended up with most of it on the table due to the teapot so I awaited my EG with trepidation. But all was fine. A nice brew. But not as nice as the company.