Bidding farewell to St. Marks, the path was retraced back to 8th and Broadway. During this Vitamin D-filled walk, I came across my first ever K-Mart. In my head, it was the American equivalent of our H Mart - a Korean superstore that offered clothing items in addition to foodstuff. Various times had it been mentioned in Fresh Off The Boat, further contributing to my curiosity. That said, one could imagine my response at discovering its status as an outdated Sears/Zellers. Sigh.
Another five minutes or so passed before drink orders could be retrieved.
In retrospect, the crafting of drinks was probably the swiftest process amongst them all. What hindered the smooth flow of traffic were indecisive customers that struggled to arrive at decisions howbeit the cashier's knowledgeable suggestions.
Snack selection and styles of monogrammed merchandise did vary slightly though.
Generally, sugar level adjustments were not permitted as the formula had been sweetened beforehand. The girl behind the cashier, being friendly and flexible, offered to lower the amount of condensed milk instead. Much appreciated was this gesture.
We had barely rounded the corner to 8th Street Station when I realized the dimunitive amount remaining in my Large-sized cup. Stunned by a sense of guilt and awe, it was clear that the Thai Tea was not a contender to be undermined.
It was a short-lived bubble tea journey, but it was also one that had me craving for upwards of two weeks afterwards.
Despite my constant complaints about Pearson's pricey airport food, I'd take ten-dollar pretzel-and-Perrier combos over the depressing scene of American renditions of Auntie Anne's and Gateway any day.