Sometimes it’s the little things that make for finding your way into a comfort zone in otherwise unfamiliar surroundings….
A coffee mug, for example…
I think the British must learned how to drink coffee by drinking tea.
Now THAT’s a proper coffee mug.
How else to explain the ridiculous coffee cups I found in most of the country? You know the type… it’s really a tea cup. There is a little handle that’s barely big enough to get one finger into.
Clearly they haven’t done the physics on those things … a hot cup balanced on the 3rd and 4th fingers… they do know that coffee is hot, right? And that the heat transfers to the vessel holding the fluids? And that heat then transfers to the fingers trying to balance the cup? Apparently they haven’t figured that out yet, they’re too busy keeping their upper lips stiff…
So, regrettably – since I’m really making an effort to avoid the multi-national chains and patronize the local shops – I finally had to give in and go to a Starbucks to get a cup of coffee in a proper put-your-fist-in-it mug.