Chris J.
Yelp
Update: I have a twig and berries, and armed with such equipment I find Elizabeth Hurley disarmingly attractive, save her British teeth. I will likely marry a Brit, a snotty elitist who still thinks that the U.S. is an independent colony. A Brit, with the body of a model (one that eats), a sarcastic, dry sense of humor, and an abusive command of the terms "bloody" and "piss".
For tourists, ex-pats, and locals alike this place is a treat. Buying something here almost feels like I'm committing a crime of sorts, like I'm smuggling in contraband (e.g. Eurpean candies, jellies, Heinz canned goods, tea pots, etc.). A friend and I were walking to some exotic furniture store across the street, when I noticed this place and veered off to get myself an iced tea. We entered through the phone booth door and set foot into this store, which is a mix between cheeky British tourist crap, European food exclusives, and British novelties. It's like one of those souvenir shops at the Jersey Shore that sells any type of of useless accessory you can imagine as long as it's adorned with "Jersey Shore," except everything in this store is smeared in the Union Jack and all things Britain. You better believe you pay a premium for all this goofy sh!t, and to have a slice of England in NYC, but it's worth it (me thinks everything is priced in GBP and converted into USD). The staff is extremely friendly (un-Limey). Nicky, the owner, is a beautiful soul & ex-pat, who loves America. My friend and I came in here for some iced tea and wound up staying and talking to her for a while about a plethora of topics. I, of course, had to buy some candy, while Nicky talked to my friend about all things politics (Blair, Iraq, the next president, etc.). All in all, I really like this place, and I know where to go for those novelty items that you just can't get anywhere else, and where to go for some real iced tea (not that piss that other establishments serve).
This place puts me in the mood to do something, like empty the contents of a ship full of tea into the Boston Harbor, yeah, you know, like start a f*ckin' revolution or something. I'm sick of this taxation without representation.