TALES OF MY FATHER
My Father ……. Jack-of-all-Trades, Master-of-None ……. an enigma
TALE FIVE: HOW TO MAKE
THE PERFECT CUP OF TEA
People used to laugh at the English over their love of a cup of tea. Today, most Londoners and many of those living in the South of England also find this to be amusing.
The mighty cup English cup of tea is now an endangered brew and is risking extinction especially in London and in much of South England. Finding a cup of tea in London – and I mean a REAL cup of tea and not the concoction that is served up consisting of a cup of tepid warm water and tea bag at the side of cup! – is now virtually impossible. I can only think of one small Transport Cafe-style establishment hidden away close by the main entrance of Victoria Station where it may be had along with hot buttered toast, egg-‘n’-bacon sandwiches or a full-English (i.e. breakfast). This wonderful place, funny enough, doesn’t seem to be run by anyone born in England, but they are to me more English than most. The staff consists of two buxom Polish women who smile and josh with the customers as they take their orders and a silent man perhaps from The Middle East who is constantly busy with his cooking. Perhaps there are other such establishments tucked away elsewhere in London, but sadly, I know them not!