When you buy tea from a cafe it’s always nice to have real tea leaves, even if it comes in a bag. Most of the time I pay the same and get tea bags filled with lower quality tea dust and then I feel quite cheated. Although you could buy a whole box of these tea leaf sachets at a fraction of the cost at the supermarket. I think people are catching on, because these days I can’t find them at the supermarket and they are always sold out.
The tea I chose was Orange Dulung which is a mixture of Chinese and Black Tea and orange. I was fascinated by the quality of the sachet and the blanket stitching on it. I usually go for Earl Grey, but decided to take a leap. I always tend to favour citrus teas. Actually, predictable me likes citrus everything. Orange flavoured chocolate, orange mentos and even Orange Shower Gel. When it comes to the fruit, nothing beats Sunkist. But on rare occasions, blood oranges, when they can be found, are a total treat.
The cafe was so nice and empty when we first saw it. I wasn’t even quite so sure it was affordable, but the prices are similar to Coffee Bean. People starting coming in, but it never really got too packed. But then again, it was a weekday and most people wanted to sit at Coffee Bean around the fountain and gawk at the sampan riders. Although, if there had been a spare seat there, I would have gladly been one of the gawkers.
Nice and frothy, Matcha Latte.
I feel relaxed again looking at this empty cafe. It’s an utter luxury I never take for granted in Singapore.
The Sands Magazine with Buble on the cover. I am still sad that I missed his concert. All due to lack of $ and not time. When I had the $, I had zero time. I wonder if out there, there’s someone with a better voice than Buble but not as charming. I can’t help but think the record industry only picks good looking people. In Buble’s case at least he can write his own songs and he has a great voice, but there are singers that makes me think they were churned out like factory products just because they dress sexy. Their music often sounds very familiar, like a rehashing of old pop music. It quite annoys me and just seems unfair. I won’t point out what and who, in case Gen Y gets mad at me. Back in the 70′s it was most about who could actually write the music. I still yearn for those old melodies.