My goodness, I can completely relate to this topic... time for tragic tea stories!
When my boyfriend was in the US, he and his housemate used to complain about how disgusting our tea here is. As a born-and-bred Washington State coffee drinker, I'll usually have four or five cups of coffee a day, even more if I'm working a night shift. Enter PG Tips. Boyfriend and roomie finally got fed up with the weak tea they bought at the grocery stores over here and had a friend of theirs bring over a box of PG Tips when he came to visit. I was treated to cup after cup and now that it's gone (and my baby is back in England!) I am sorely missing it. Enjoying some in the morning when I got home or right before work... sigh.
There is a store that specializes in food from Europe (salt licorice from Sweden, mmm!) that's about thirty minutes or so away from my apartment here in Georgia and last Monday I drove up looking forward to finally purchasing some of my wonderful tea. Unfortunately, the people who own the shop had left (undoubtedly to watch the Master's tournament) for three days and I had to return alone, without tea! I can't even begin to describe how disappointed I was. But, nevermind, I'll be back again on Thursday, knocking down their doors and demanding my tea!
There really is a difference, isn't there?
(Mind you, I still drink massive amounts of coffee every day, but with a job like mine that's to be expected!)
Linnea