Day 189: Milk tea...hold the tea
In order to celebrate the return of two-day "weekends," a co-worker (hereafter to be referred to as Chameleon) and I decided to check out a bar that we had heard about. It supposedly had a nice ambiance (difficult to find in Chinese bars), and I for one was curious. Unfortunately, neither of us had been there, nor did we know where it was located. After searching the internet, we found what we believed was the address. All we had to do was actually find the place.
A twenty-minute taxi ride later, we located the shopping center, where the bar was supposedly on the fifth floor. Anxious to be able to relax (it was already past 10 pm), I was slightly devastated when we found the place was already closed for the evening. In an effort to make sure the night wasn't a total waste, Chameleon and I decided to hang out at a nearby Reedo Coffee instead. We had, after all, come all this way.
Reedo Coffee didn't have any English on their menu, but since coffee is such an essential part of my life, I'm fairly competent at ordering what I want in Chinese. I ordered a cappuccino for myself and a mocha for Chameleon. What we got was a half cup of drip coffee and chocolate-flavored water with whipped cream.
After drinking my disappointing coffee, we decided to try again. Chameleon's phone app had allowed us to discover that the place also served milk tea, so we ordered that--in Chinese. What we got were two big glasses of hot milk with red bean (a common Chinese filling that they add to many drinks and pastries) on the bottom. There was no tea to be had, apparently.
We didn't even bother trying to drink those, but instead snacked on the sunflower seeds and other small food they had provided until shortly before midnight.
The snacks were good, but I'm fairly certain I won't be returning to Reedo Coffee any time soon. Because I know my accent is bad, but their drinks are worse.
