I'm with you on tea, Wendy. Especially Earl Grey. I don't think that tea tastes as good in a mug.

Back in my Greenwich Village days when a peanut butter and jelly sandwich was a lavish meal, we used to go down to Chinatown when we were feeling flush and get a full meal for a dollar at the Ban Hung Inn... a little walk down basement restaurant ignored by all the tourists. I always had the feeling that I could end up tied in a gunny sack and thrown on a slow freighter to Singapore. You could have all the tea you wanted. If you knew where to get it, and got it yourself. The tea was in the kitchen, and not served with your meal. You had to go out into the kitchen and get a heavy, chipped, half inch thick glass, worn milky on the edges and get your tea out of a big urn with a spigot. Not classy, exactly but for a dollar a meal, it tasted mighty good. I would have drunk it out of my shoe.

Jerry