St. James Tearoom – Albuquerque, New Mexico
Broccoli? I love it! Anchovies? Bring me more! Oysters? Enamored of them! Limburger Cheese? The stinkier the better! Durian? Andrew Zimmern may find it disgusting, but I love it. I’m often asked if there’s anything I don’t like. My response surprises most people. The one food item I don’t like at all is tea. Whether hot or cold, tea is absolutely nauseating to me. That may or may not stem from a week-long Boy Scout Swim Camp at Conchas Lake where tea was served for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Drinking the murky water from Conchas Lake might have been preferable. My two “overseas” assignments in the Air Force were at Royal Air Force bases in England, the country which tried to tax the tea they explorted to the colonies. In England, tea is what ambrosia was to the Greek gods of Mount Olympus. “Tea time” is twenty-four hours a day throughout Great Britain. Denouncing it might trigger an international incident. Brits may tolerate Yanks not liking room-temperature beer, but you dare not besmirch, belittle or blacken England’s sacrosanct tea. Though my Kim and I frequented tea shops at Bourton on the Water, an English village often called the “Venice of…