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Last night I drank chai at 7:30pm (I HAD to. I was at an Indian restaurant.)

At 2:30am, as I finally fell asleep, I told myself I cannot pretend this was a good idea. And I cannot keep getting sucked in by the allure of a hot chai in the evening. But honestly, there are few things as delicious as a real steeped chai. The only hot drink that is on par is a foamy vanilla steamed milk, made with pure extract and a teaspoon of brown sugar.

Thankfully, I only work a half-day on Fridays.


(what's your all-time favourite drink?)

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  1. Steve C6:55 AM

    A cup of chai at 5pm did me in. Short, restless night of sleep.

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  2. whoa, the last post showing up on my feed was the one on Sherlock.. which btw, i'm a fan as well. though, the speed of his speaking plus accent plus relatively monotone means i have to listen extra carefully to hear everything he's saying).

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  3. Green milk tea with honey and 1/2 an order of tapioca pearls.

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  4. steve - sad to hear!

    steph - REALLY sad to hear (about the missing reader feed. I don't understand why this is happening...)

    jill - mmmm. i can see you drinking that. :D

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  5. Soy chai tea latte
    Soy caramel macchiato ( light syrup)

    At home:
    A cup of rich and smooth hot chocolate...hmm...

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