It's nowhere near as large. However, it's a good place to sit, have tea,
read, and relax.


"Heather Stevenson" > wrote in message
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> Compared to McNulty's, how is the variety?
>
> "Tea" > wrote in message
> ...
> > The other day I was walking through the East Village and came across a
new
> > tea shop. It's called Sympathy for the Teapot, and it's on 8th Street,
> > between 1st Ave. and Avenue A. I've since been back there twice.
> >
> > The Queen Catherine was very good hot, as was the Darjeeling second
flush.
> > Today I had the Jasmine Pearl tea on ice. It was served with dried
> rosebuds
> > sprinkled on top.
> >
> > The shop also sells teapots, loose teas by the ounce, and simple
desserts
> > from the Black Hound. The atmosphere is pleasant, and there are a few
> games
> > and books to entertain people. There's usually something acoustic on
the
> > stereo- today 'The White Album Unplugged' was on. It was definitely a
> place
> > to sit for a few moments and relax.
> >
> > --
> > Zen Story of the Day: Wanting God
> >
> > A hermit was meditating by a river when a young man interrupted him.
> > "Master, I wish to become your disciple," said the man. "Why?" replied
the
> > hermit. The young man thought for a moment. "Because I want to find
God."
> >
> > The master jumped up, grabbed him by the scruff of his neck, dragged him
> > into the river, and plunged his head under water. After holding him
there
> > for a minute, with him kicking and struggling to free himself, the
master
> > finally pulled him up out of the river. The young man coughed up water
and
> > gasped to get his breath.
> >
> > When he eventually quieted down, the master spoke. "Tell me, what did
you
> > want most of all when you were under water."
> >
> > "Air!" answered the man.
> >
> > "Very well," said the master. "Go home and come back to me when you want
> God
> > as much as you just wanted air."
> >
> >
> >
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