I look around, expecting to see a legion of war-weary faces who've seen it all, and just want to finally make it to the holy land. I am, of course, mistaken. Despite the prospect of propping up a spot in the queue for a potential 120 minutes or more, my fellow line languishers are surprisingly chirpy. One says, "I can't wait to see if it is as good as they say!" Another opines, "It is. I came here last week."
Time ticks on. The wind picks up. It's cold out here in early March with nothing but what is left of your dignity and thirst for company.
Despite the bleak outlook, none abandon their plight. Their resolve remains strong, unflappable, fuelled by the frequent sight of victorious comrades clutching their quarry－tea held aloft (to get the best angle), before the climactic crescendo－a tea-themed selfie.
From what others say, Hey Tea's tea is of a fine quality and it uses all of the ingredients it needs to. The price point is more expensive than most other milk tea brands, but then, do those brands have such a long line? My fellow line-up lads and ladies inform me that the wait and higher price are "totally worth it".
As with any great cuisine there are special ways in which you should consume Hey Tea within polite society.
