We’ve mentioned before the beauty in gazing at your drink as it morphs under your eyes (see Brownian post), but I must say, I was slightly disturbed when my Jasmine tea started to resemble wonton soup.
If it were Chinese tea, maybe I’d give it a break. Or if the flavor morphed, I would have been surprisingly fulfilled. But of course, it didn’t, and I was left to slurp leaf dumplings.
Oh the lengths we’ll go for free ($3 tea) wi-fi…
Suddenly I don’t want to drink hot tea…