Deputy Editor Sophie Conrad force feeds London Fog tea to poor victim Deputy News Editor Emma Burris. (Warning: too emotional.)

What is London Fog? 

It’s essentially just Earl Grey tea topped with lavender, vanilla syrup, honey, and steamed milk. 

Sophie moments before pure bliss; Emma moments before disaster. 

For London Fog: Sophie Conrad 

This drink is the best drink in the world. I will not take any London Fog slander. It is delectable, it is sweet, it doesn’t give you a caffeine heart attack, and it’s UNIQUE and QUIRKY. What’s not to like? 

Earl Grey: the tea of teas.  If you order a London Fog, you either ask for a London Fog, or you say, “Can I please have an Earl Grey tea with honey and vanilla and also steamed milk?” Does it matter that no one carries it? No, it makes you even quirkier if the cafe has to tell you, “So sorry, we’re all out!”

Now, I took Deputy News Editor Emma Burris under my wing. I thought we could bond over my favorite drink. But no. I’ve been betrayed. My excellent taste has been betrayed. Earl Grey is the best tea. 

Surely, when she told me it tasted like a candle, she meant an incredible candle that you want to eat! Surely, my good taste in tea would transfer to the young writer!

Unfortunately, she thinks this would be better iced. Ugh. <3

Against London Fog: Emma Burris

I’m sorry. I really tried. 

I’ve gone my whole life disliking tea. That is, until I tried a hibiscus tea my neighbor made for me during winter break. It just tasted like Vitamin Water! I told Bwog about this, at which Sophie told me about the best tea she’s ever had: Starbucks London Fog. I was ecstatic—I trusted Sophie’s opinion over any other. But I was wrong. Never again will I listen to a Deputy Editor. 

It just tastes like drinking a candle. And not one of the good ones—I mean the carcinogenic candles. 

Come on, doesn’t that look like melted wax?

I also just don’t like hot tea. (Personally, I refrigerate my tea and refill it in the dorm sink. Unfortunately, I’ve gotten a lot of hate for this. You guys just don’t understand me.) 

Anyways—I’m afraid the only way I’ll be able to enjoy London Fog is by drinking it in a ceramic teacup in a parlor in Victorian London. I would apologize for my personal tastes, but I’m not going to apologize to the people who eat candles (hint hint, Sophie). 

Pictures via Deputy News Editor Emma Burris and Deputy Editor Sophie Conrad