Not out loud, of course, but in a decently restrained and modulated tone of voice.
Go, Christopher. I nearly moved to the UK, not just for love (that started to go horribly wrong almost immediately) but because even in the Little Chef, something like the Denny’s or HoJo chain in the US, you could get a perfectly brewed, celestially uplifting pot of tea.
“It is already virtually impossible in the United States, unless you undertake the job yourself, to get a cup or pot of tea that tastes remotely as it ought to. It’s quite common to be served a cup or a pot of water, well off the boil, with the tea bags lying on an adjacent cold plate. Then comes the ridiculous business of pouring the tepid water, dunking the bag until some change in color occurs, and eventually finding some way of disposing of the resulting and dispiriting tampon surrogate. The drink itself is then best thrown away, though if swallowed, it will have about the same effect on morale as a reading of the memoirs of President James Earl Carter…” more