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Tea Quest: Bantha Tea Bar, Pittsburgh

By Laura Lynn Brown 12 Comments

Tea Quest Bantha Tea Shop
It had been a long, stressful afternoon, and now it was almost 5. Too early to show up at a friend’s house for dinner, too late to go home first. What to do? Something out of the ordinary, maybe a little reckless, but as soon as the thought arrived, it sat itself down and would not budge. Go to the bar for a drink.

I’d seen the bar earlier, on the way to a weekly communal dinner. I pulled over a block short, parked, fed the meter, grabbed my bag with the novel inside it. There might be time to read the week’s assignment. Walking as snow began to fall, I formulated a plan: Sit at the bar instead of a booth. Greet the barkeep and ask him for a recommendation, straight, no chaser. “You know when someone walks into the bar stressed out after a hard day, feeling a little run down, and wants a shot of whiskey but probably really needs a hot toddy? What would you recommend for that situation?”

I walked in. Two young guys sat at a booth in the window. One young guy sat at the near end of the bar, engrossed in his laptop.

I took the barstool at the far end, unzipped my snow-dusted coat, set the bag on the floor. “Hi,” said the bartender, a lanky guy with curly hair and a kind smile. He slid a menu across the bar. I pulled it closer, perused. I didn’t even have to ask. There it was under the herbals.

TULSI (HOLY BASIL)
organic, great for stress

“I’ll have a mug of Tulsi.” He nodded. I pulled out the book and a mechanical pencil, found the first page, jotted the date and time and location.

Bantha Tea Bar, in the Garfield neighborhood of Pittsburgh. The bar was made of concrete and stones and the bottoms of colored glass bottles; light from the other side glowed through. Shelves on the opposite wall held large glass apothecary jars with the tea blends: Focus, Ageless, Sunnyside, Aperteaf, Russian Caravan (labeled large in Russian and small in English). Some had creative names: Phlegm No More!, Licensed to Ill, All Systems Go!, (Not So Rude) Awakening, Bantha Fodder.

He set a mustard and tan stoneware mug before me. A stainless steel infuser topped it like an inverted hat. The rim had cutouts of stars and crescent moons. Accessories materialized: a little cup to set the infuser in, and a board game timer to know when the tea had steeped enough. He didn’t say a word.

The mug’s shape was a perfect fit for a palm’s caress. I started reading, and glanced up in time to see the last white crystals falling through the timer’s hourglass waist.

Until two days earlier, I’d never heard of tulsi. It came up in a class discussion of teas, and sent me Googling. From descriptions of Organic India’s bagged tulsi teas, I learned a little about its origins: “Throughout India, Tulsi is acclaimed as ‘The Queen of Herbs.’ … Traditionally grown in an earthen pot in every family home or garden, Tulsi (also known as Holy Basil) makes a delicious and nourishing herbal ‘tea’ abundant in a vast array of health benefits.” Among the benefits, according to the box: It reduces stress, supports the immune system, abundant in antioxidants, builds stamina, aids digestion, anti-aging, balances metabolism, balances energy levels and uplifts mood.

That is quite a list. I hope it is true.

It’s often said that we taste food first with our eyes. I think we taste tea first with our noses. As I set the infuser full of water-fluffed herb into its drip cup, my nostrils drank in the aroma. Mmmm. Not exactly familiar, but comforting.

My home tea bar includes delicious aromatic loose herbal teas, even a blend named Self Care. But Sleepytime remains my go-to for the tea equivalent of tucking a fleece blanket around raw emotions. And tulsi? It was better than Sleepytime. If Sleepytime is a 48-crayon box, tulsi is the 96 with sharpener.

When I got to the end of the ten pages I’d wanted to read that evening, there were two swallows left in the bottom of the cup. One … two … A bit of leaf-dust dregs surfed that last swallow-wave onto the tongue. It was time to go, by the clock. Dang clock.

While the mind stilled, the body went through the necessary motions, the way a person might silently clear a table and throw trash away as a kindness to a person in oblivion. Reach for bag, slide book inside, pat coat pocket for wallet.

At most tea places, I pay when I order, before I receive my tea. The bartender was engaged in lively tea talk with another customer. Clearly one of his superpowers was accurately gauging which newcomers wanted conversation and which needed mostly kindness. I didn’t want to interrupt. As I stood to signify I was ready for the bill, there he was. He smiled again, and gently asked, “Would you like a second steep?”

“Yes! Could I get it to go?”

“I can do that for you.” He paused, possibly gauging whether I was on the cusp of impatience. “It’ll take a few minutes.”

I nodded and sat. I could wait.

“Three dollars,” he said as he gathered my tea things. I gave him a five. He brought change back and laid it on the bar. I studied a blue laminated paper over the small sink. It was a passage from Moby Dick, ending with the announcement, “Herman Melville and the Allegheny County Department of Health remind you to wash your hands.” A tube of falling salt later, he brought me a beige paper cup in its corrugated jacket.

“Thank you.” I put a buck in the tip jar on the way out.

Bantha is a member of the Pittsburgh Tea Association, and I intend to visit each shop on that list. Later I would learn that the bar was constructed mostly with recycled materials, fueled by solar power, committed to local sources for its light food menu, and named for a beneficial animal in the Star Wars universe. (That would explain the stuffed toy, like a woolly mammoth with curly horns.) That night, though, as I stepped into the darkened evening, something tight and anxious in me loosened and let go, and it was enough to know that I’d found whatever it was I’d been looking for, near the hourglass.

Photo by Rebecca Siegel, Creative Commons license via Flickr. Post by Laura Lynn Brown.

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Laura Lynn Brown
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A writing instructor at the University of Pittsburgh, Laura Lynn Brown is also an author, editor and writing coach who honed her writing and editing talents at The Arkansas Democrat-Gazette. Her work was named as a Notable Essay in the 2013 Best American Essays. Laura has an MFA in nonfiction from the University of Pittsburgh and is the author of Everything That Makes You Mom. Writing about her own place (Pittsburgh) is one of her great loves.
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About Laura Lynn Brown

A writing instructor at the University of Pittsburgh, Laura Lynn Brown is also an author, editor and writing coach who honed her writing and editing talents at The Arkansas Democrat-Gazette. Her work was named as a Notable Essay in the 2013 Best American Essays. Laura has an MFA in nonfiction from the University of Pittsburgh and is the author of Everything That Makes You Mom. Writing about her own place (Pittsburgh) is one of her great loves.

Comments

  1. Charity Singleton Craig says

    March 16, 2017 at 10:38 am

    Laura, this is beautiful. I’ve never heard of Tulsi either. Now I must. And a tea association? What a miracle. I can’t think of a single tea shop within a 50-mile radius of me. Now I must look for what I hope I’ve been missing. Great writing, great comfort. Keep at it. I can’t wait to go along for the ride.

    Reply
    • Laura Lynn Brown says

      March 16, 2017 at 10:53 am

      Thank you, Charity. Pittsburgh is a wonderland for many reasons, and the presence of so many tea places is part of it. At least one of them serves only vegan foods. If you’re ever coming through, I’ll take you there for lunch.

      Reply
  2. Sandra Heska King says

    March 16, 2017 at 1:22 pm

    Such a sensory read. I’ve never been to a tea bar, and in googling it looks like the closest is about half an hour away, though there’s a little pricey out-of-the-way shop that serves Sunday brunch a little closer. Maybe an after-church treat.

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    • Laura Lynn Brown says

      March 16, 2017 at 1:57 pm

      Thank you, Sandy. Half an hour might not be too far (too long?) if you need to run away from home for half a day.

      Reply
  3. michelle ortega says

    March 16, 2017 at 2:02 pm

    Delightful!! Especially, especially this line: If Sleepytime is a 48-crayon box, tulsi is the 96 with sharpener.

    Reply
  4. Callie Feyen says

    March 16, 2017 at 7:06 pm

    I adore all these details here, Laura, but I especially love a bartender who understands which customer needs conversation, and which would like kindness. 🙂

    Reply
  5. Megan Willome says

    March 16, 2017 at 8:56 pm

    In tea heaven!

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  6. Sharon A Gibbs says

    March 17, 2017 at 6:11 am

    What everyone else said. And perfectly intoxicating! I’d like more, please.

    Reply
  7. Tammy L Mashburn says

    March 18, 2017 at 8:35 am

    The words made me feel as if I was cupping my own ceramic mug, feeling each swallow slide down my parched soul.
    So good.

    Reply
  8. Sharon A Gibbs says

    March 18, 2017 at 12:42 pm

    Back for another “cup.”

    Sipping on, “The mug’s shape was a perfect fit for a palm’s caress.” <3

    Reply
  9. Marilyn Yocum says

    March 18, 2017 at 8:45 pm

    Truly loved this, LLB. From the knowledge you needed to go to a bar for a drink – ha! – to the bartender knowing whether it was conversation or kindness that was needed to the falling salts. Wonderful post!

    Btw, I love a newborn vow, such as hitting all the tea shops on the list.

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  10. Prasanta says

    March 20, 2017 at 1:15 pm

    Thoroughly enjoyed this. Visiting a tea bar sounds like a lovely thing to do.

    Reply

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