Anyway, I began to drink my tea black and once I got used to the slightly bitter and acidic taste of unsweetened black tea, I found that I no longer relished the with-milk version. This would occasionally be a problem in the industrial areas that I frequented, especially when I would visit someone's factory. Bombay's protocol demands the serving and drinking of 'cuttings', miniscule cups of tea which taste like very old tea leaves boiled in very stale milk for a very long time, which is pretty much what it is, but I soon evolved the ability to quickly swallow the foul brew without gagging. Whenever possible, though, I'd try to get my fix of my good old black tea, no milk no sugar
On one such outing, I landed up at an Udipi restaurant and, encouraged by the warm and welcoming manner of the waiter (he asked me "kyaa chahiye?" instead of "kyaa mangta hai?", showing himself to be a man of culture and breeding), I asked him if I could be served black tea.
"Of course" he beamed and went into the kitchen to place the order. He returned a moment later with a slightly apologetic look.
"Cook is asking, black tea means what?"
"Oh, simple" I told him "make the tea but don't put milk, and don't put sugar"
He smiled benevolently and went back into the kitchen to relay my instructions.
And returned after a moment, looking even more apologetic
"Cook is asking, should he put tea leaves?"
"Yes, please put tea leaves" I told him.
My order was properly executed. The son, when I told him this, laughed and said the guy was trolling me but I don't think he was. Do you?