Lord Devotea's Tea Spouts

Category: Service

  • Eleven Golden Permissions

    I have been talking with the Official Teemeister of All Germany, Ken (@lahikmajoe), about his travails in a tea shop in Berlin. Via email, tweet, his blog, storify and live. It’s been big. Basically, to boil it down, he found a teashop operated by a complete nutjob.  Amongst other things this wingnut believes, he believes he has the right to add…

  • Waiter, this tea is cold.

    I spent the afternoon yesterday in The Oriental Tea House on Little Collins Street, Melbourne. I had a jasmine lychee tea ball with two steepings, and then a Long Jing. I’d spent two hours immediately previously at the Hopetoun Tea Rooms where I’d consumed a Bard’s Tempest and a Congo Bongo: the latter because it’s a favourite, the former because my friend Verity (@joiedetea) urged me…

  • A Tea-Stained Town.

    Those of you who awaited each day’s gripping recounting of my search for decent tea in Thailand last June might well expect similar tales of deprivation and heroism whenever I travel, and as we’ve slipped away to Melbourne for a few days, you may be breathlessly awaiting the sequel to those heady days. An earlier…

  • A man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do.

    I’ve just sent off a stinging rebuke via twitter. I do that a bit. When customer service lets me down, I like to have a good whinge about it. But not today. Today I will be singing some praises. I’ve been considering this post for about two weeks after I got fantastic service. I actually decided to do another complete order just…

  • It’s a mad, mad world…

    I am boiling mad, because some people I’ve never met didn’t get to have the cup of tea I wanted them to have on the other side of the globe. And I feel I’ve let them down. I’ve just looked back over the tweets where I’ve got stuck into any organisation for a lack of service. And whilst not a big…

  • Dancing the cha-cha

    Whilst on this sojourn; I have probably decided to blog more than my “once a week”, twice if I feel like it” usual regime. If limited connectivity allows me to. That’s because I hope I have new things to say, and like all my blog entries; they have a connection to tea. Luckily, tea in…

  • I come to praise Tea, Sir, not to bury it

    I guess my post of a week or so ago (Cafe Quackery) and then the follow-up have now become a trilogy with this one. So, here’s a bit of storytelling. And pay attention, there’s a question at the end. We visited Melbourne over three days and did plenty. We shopped, we had a party to…