Its raining, I’m coughing, and I need tea, damn it.
Enter Peets. I love Peets, because the person behind the counter never gets “the look” when I ask for tea.
You know “the look”. The one where, when one orders tea from a hot beverage emporium, the poor soul gets that look in their eyes of “tea? Tea?! Do we even serve that? What goes in tea? I hope they dont ask about teas!”
I try not to go to those places. Partially because the beverages are just so expensive, and partially because the tea is almost never any good.
Not at Peets. And today, the guy there was the best Tea Guy, the one who is happily recommending things for you to try.
Today, though, its rainy and I’m still not entirely well, and peppermint tea sounded like just the thing. And it is.
The thing about peppermint tea- I dont notice when its good peppermint tea. I just drink it and go “ahh”. Not in a “write-a-sonnet” kind of way, just a vauge background pleasantness. I only notice if its bad.
This is not a bad peppermint tea. Its lovely. Sigh.