Today we're sipping on a steaming cup of mediocrity, served with a side of existential dread.
Our critic-in-chief takes a sip of the bitter brew and declares: "This tea is a travesty, a catastrophe, a travesty-astrophe!"
But wait, what's that I see? A hint of complexity, a whisper of nuance? No, no, no, it's just the sugar packet.
Next review: Biscotti are not food, but rather a cruel joke played by the culinary elite.
Steeping to the left we have the "Steeped to Perfection" method, where one carefully measures out the tea leaves and water, only to be met with a flavor that's been sipped away.
Steeping to the right we have the "Steeped to Despair" method, where one recklessly dumps the entire box into the pot, only to be met with a flavor that's been sipped away, again.