Now let's see, where should I have a nice cup of Hong Kong Milk Tea after grocery shopping in C'town? Hmmm. The bakery I used to visit? No, for some reason old school Toisanese and I do not get along. The bakery on the side street? No, limited selection, horrible re-heated beverage, profound apathy. And those three old fellows apparently have settled upon the place for their afternoonsies. The place with excellent lo po bing? No place to sit.
So I went to a new place that's opened up, trepiditiously. And discovered A) no actual hot Hong Kong syle milk tea (although a humongous selection of strange fruity beverages with or without tapioca balls, toppings, jelly squiggles, and whatnot, and B) Cantonese not their native language is, although can understand. Mandarin. And the concept of a bare bones cappucino (卡布奇諾 Cantonese: 'kaa bou kei nok'. Mandarin: 'ka bu ji nuo'. Shanghainese: 'kha pu ji noq'. "Calorie textile strange assent") without mango taro grass jelly is unusual.
Three very charming teenagers (male and female) staffing the place.
Okay, sit on down, drink your damned coffee, and shut up.
And while I enjoyed it, I probably shall not go there again. Too hip and modern, the cappucino was rather weak, and it's altogether not my kind of place.
The beverage is key.
You cannot really have an afternoon teatime with a mediocre drink. So I'll give them Brownie Points for trying, but it was obviously an intellectual exercise rather than a process based on deep-seated familiarity. White people drink strange things!
There are nearly a dozen booby drink "tea" places in that area. None of them actually have milk tea, despite enormous selections of liquid. The choices are staggering.
But. No. Hong Kong. Style. Milk. Tea.
Again. Kudos for trying.
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