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February 06, 2003  

simple pleasures

the other night, s and i skipped our workout and went to the zen cha tea salon, this groovy little place in the short north that we've been wanting to check out for awhile now. the ambience was lovely and peaceful, and the tea selection was huge. the chai sounded good, so we tried both the masala (like other chai i've had, only better) and the vanilla, which was like heaven. it reminded me of something good from my childhood, tho i can't pinpoint it; the warm, homemade tapioca pudding my mom used to make for us, maybe? it was a pleasure just to hold the warm cup in both hands, up to my face, and breathe in all that vanilla-ey goodness. it just made me feel good. i decided the zen cha would be the place to go after a bad day. and it's mere blocks from our house. s and i joked that the place could literally break us...
"why don't you guys ever have any money?"
"oh, maaaan...it's the zen cha! we spent all our money on tea!
no, it wasn't cheap. but no worse than a triple caramel latte from a ubiquitous coffee shop...and oh so much more pleasurable.

ahhhh, the simple things....
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