Category: Tea Retail
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Unexpected Delights
It was one of those moments. We were in Peterborough. It’s an odd town. Not far enough north to be a Northern English town; too far north to be a southern one. Too far east to be the Midlands, perilously close to being too far west to be East Anglia. A town that has fluctuated…
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The Good, The Bad and the Rest
One trip to France, one minor health crisis and 10 days with very limited internet access ago, we finished 24 hectic days in London. I blogged about more than a dozen tea experiences. Here, in compendium form, are the rest! These are not in order, chronologically or quality-wise. Brown’s Hotel Afternoon Tea. The same price as The Dorchester, and on a par.…
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The Sun Never Sets on Great Tea
There was this thing called the British Empire. And it did some terrible, terrible things. So much worse than anyone else, of course. Wait a minute. Yes, in the name of empire; and through a quite inappropriate relationship with companies such as The East India company, Britain did some terrible things. Started wars for profit. Helped themselves to other…
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The Confluence of Limited Tea
After leaving the Dorchester, for more than 72 hours I had limited tea. It is the confluence of limited opportunity and circumstance and limited tea supplies. In an attempt to walk off some of the repast after The Dorchester, we walked across Hyde Park. Then through some of Kensington. In fact we walked for about three hours. Add that to the three hours walking…
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Hanging at The Dorch
Welcome back, boys and girls. When last we left our intrepid hero, the question was ” Are ‘top end’ tea places just really annoying?”Let’s find out, shall we? In the interests of science, we went to The Dorchester. Earlier in the day, we visited the Hummingbird Bakery on Portobello Road. A real let down, the cupcakes looked great but…
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Viva Caj!
I could start by noting that I am sitting here, as the sun comes up over the Mediterranean in the cool Menorcan air; and quite frankly wherever you are or whatever you are doing; I’m enjoying it more. I could mention the amazing size of the leaves in the tea tumbler next to me; they…
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Pleasure and Pain in Catalan Spain
A note for the gentle reader: When the time came to commit these scribblings to posterity; I thought of framing this post as a message in a bottle; wrapped up and stoppered and cast upon the waves; awaiting chance discovery at a later date. But then, that would be too dramatic. Instead, I’ll recall 1995,…