TIME FOR TEA, RAIN, AMLODIPINE BESYLATE

When I went over to Chinatown for lunch today I was determined to have dumplings. 不過今日唐人阜有太多鬼佬，and the place where I wanted to eat was filled, with people overflowing out onto the sidewalk. Two other places were also choc-a-blocked. And while considering my options, I was nearly drowned in a flood of tourists. Why do people go there on the second Christmas Day? Nothing else to do? Tired of turkey?

Dumplings with a cup of milk tea would have been so nice.
All those people eat sweet'nsour pork and kung pao.
Or, gor'elpus, walnut chicken and chow mein.
Horrid dumpling ignorant hordes.

So I went to a Vietnamese restaurant instead where there were no nattering outsiders, enjoyed a lovely meal with a generous portion, and a warm drip coffee. In a clean tiled interior with lots of privacy, and only three Indian girls who stumbled in by mistake and promptly stumbled out again.

Then wandered down into the financial district smoking my pipe.
Caught the bus home when it was done.

According to the weather map it was raining cats and dogs at that time, but I didn't need to use my umbrella at all. Still hadn't really started when I stepped out briefly after putting on the kettle and taking my pill, and only later, well past then, it started anaemically drizzling.

The bus stop in the Financial District was right in front of an Irish bar. Remarkably, the briar pipe I was smoking at that time would have been appropriate inside there -- and in Ireland they would have served tea at that time, a strong brew -- since it had been made in Ireland. Purchased from Mary Pulvers, whose store used to be one block away from there (the Irish bar, that is, not the Republic of Ireland).

Irish bars in the United States do not serve decent tea. This is because their clientele would not know a nice cup of tea if it came up and bit them in the rear.
Americans are heathens when it comes to tea.


One cannot smoke one's pipe in a bar or other convenient stopping place for tea anymore. To the great delight of snooty smoke-free do-gooders. Puritanism is alive and well.


The Irish, by the way, drink more tea per person than any other group in the world, quite probably excepting people in East Frisia. Who are hepped to the gills.



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