Before I sign off and pay what is sure to be a gargantuan internet cafe bill.
Tried the butter tea. It was surprisingly good. Like a cup of half lovely milky tea, half chicken stock. Which sounds gross. But it was good, I promise. The only problem is that it's so rich I can only drink one small cup, and restaurants here only sell it by the pot. Which causes me to become completely tightfisted and decide I must finish the whole thing. Which causes digestive trauma for the next 24 hours.
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