Yes. I am the tea girl.
I like that name. Found it in Edmonton. Suits me.
From a distance, I saw this bright green sign and initially, I thought it said, “Beet Chai Latte”. I was in the middle of a statement to Chris, telling him I couldn’t imagine what beet chai latte would taste like, when Danae quickly corrected me.
“Best. Not beet, Mom. Best chai latte.”
“What? That little café is claiming, “the best chai latte? I HAVE to taste it.” Could there be a chai latte that tastes better than my homemade brew?
“Bring it on.”
I strutted into the café and politely warned the tea-vista/tea sommelier (what do you call a tea specialist?) that I make a mean chai latte so he and his methods were about to come under strong scrutiny.
He didn’t seem to be the least bit concerned.
“Well, we make our chai latte from scratch.”
He got a point for that.
“Hm…” is how I professionally responded.
I patiently waited and carefully watched how this young whippersnapper created his chai latte.
“Would you like chai sprinkles on the top of the froth?”
I have to admit – I was impressed. I wondered how you make Chai sprinkles.
OK. He got another point.
He graciously handed me his $6.25 ( he lost a point on the cost of this tea) chai creation – big cup of hot tea with a beautiful autumn colour of froth bursting out of the top of the cup. Sure looked and smelled good.
One more point given to him.
The taste? Absolutely delicious.
Gotta’ give him two points for the overall experience.
We walked out of the café and Chris looked at me.
“Is it good?”
“It’s really good.”
“Well, you’d better go back and tell him.”
I went back into the cafe, got the young man’s attention, gave him a big smile and a thumbs up.
Then I walked out of the café, muttering under my breath, “but I think mine’s a bit better.”
I’m a proud tea maker. What can I say?