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We had tea at TWG, that new place inside Greenbelt 5.

– It’s very pretty.
– Cluttered.
– Flattering lighting and shiny wooden shelves. Could use some books.
– The staff seem self-conscious. Relax, it’s just tea.
– Expensive tea.
– Lovely silver and crockery. Wonder if someone is assigned to do nothing but polish the silver.
– The linens are nice too.
– They certainly have a lot of tea varieties. (To wait staff) We’ll share a pot of tea.
Waitress: Sorry, we don’t allow sharing.
– But tea is a social event.
Waitress (after conferring with someone): We’ll allow it this once.
– The tables are too close together. How can you be snooty if you’re all smooshed together?
– I know, we can’t discuss anything really interesting.
– Maybe the point is to make friends with other tea drinkers?
– Something tells me there won’t be many unescorted straight guys to introduce ourselves to.

Pot of tea from Php195, pair of muffins with clotted cream and jam on the side, Php150.

– (Tea arrives) How is your tea?
– Hmmm…uhhh…tastes like Lipton.
– This one’s good. Red chocolate tea from South Africa. It’s red and…chocolatey.
– There are no tea leaves in the pot. You can’t ask them to add hot water.
– So you have to order another pot.
– Maybe that’s how it’s done in Singapore.
Waitress: How is your tea?
– Well…
Waitress: Oh, really? (goes to next table)
– But I hadn’t said anything yet.
– Must be psychic.

Here’s a much more intriguing story about tea: Tea by the alarming Saki (H.H. Munro).