I love a good cuppa. It has to be strong with a little milk and no sugar. If I am offered a brew, I ask for it to be the same colour as David Dickinson's tan. I'm very fussy. The only thing worse than pale, milky tea is a tea slurper. I will bat you with a rolled up newspaper if you do this in my presence.
I adore proper tea shops where the blend is carefully considered, and sweet little accompaniments adorn the shelves. My perfect morning is spent shopping in Manchester whilst dipping in and out of lots of little places like this. Richmond, Home Sweet Home, Sugar Junction and Rosy Lee are amongst some of my favourite places to revive feet like trotters and a mouth full of feathers.Proper Tea is what happens when you brew up a blend of northern quarter tea experts 'Teacup', with a Blue Peter whizz kid turned ghost hunter, Yvette Fielding. You really could not make this up. They made a decent living from serving tea, she likes drinking it. Match made in heaven. Team that up with a decent design agency who know their chintz from their chic, and pop it on a site of historical beauty and you have Proper Tea. No ghosts though. Not one.
Miss Mustard reviewed it. That gave me the swift kick up the backside required to give it a go.
We both welcomed the traditional looking treats on offer, which we prefer to the 'in your face - lets throw glitter at it - the sugar will kill you' kind of desserts which are now more commonplace in the tea shops and cupcakeries elsewhere in Manchester. The only thing I would suggest changing is the size of the scones which accompany their cream tea. These heart shaped versions were huge! Plus, a cream tea should always have a fruit scone...
I opted for the house breakfast blend, which was absolutely the perfect strength for me (yes, I did leave it for five minutes...). My husband had the Darjeeling second flush, which had a lovely fruity note to it.
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