For the past week or so, I’ve been listening to a friend at work rant and rave about her new favorite drink, a London Fog. She discovered it when her cousin was Facebook stalking a girl from elementary school and drooling over all her travels (God, who hasn’t done this at some point or another?? Awkward ….).
The world-travler mentioned she had a London Fog in England, and the cousin promptly looked it up. The drink is:
Two parts Earl Gray tea
One part steamed milk
A shot of vanilla
My friend and I went to a café in town that specializes in tea and each ordered one. I got mine with a shot of ginger instead, and let me say: It tastes so good, I’m licking the insides of my mouth just to taste more. It tastes so good, I want to tongue kiss people so they know how amazing it is, but I don’t want them to drink mine. It smells so good, I’m all but neti potting it up.
This is my way of saying: Go to your nearest specialty tea café and get one! Now!!
Note: I just took the last sip. You are no longer invited to lick the inside of my mouth. All that taste is for me now. Go get your own.