I'm on a break from reading Guillame de Lorris and Jean de Meun for just a moment. As delightful as The Romance of the Rose is, I need a shot of caffeine about this time of day.
During the summer I lived in Oxford, my college's pub had a delightful service called Morning Coffee. This is not coffee with breakfast. No, it is a second breakfast of sorts (Hobbits, after all, were born in Oxford). At that time of the day when you're not quite ready for lunch, but need a pick me up between classes, nothing suits like a cuppa and a digestive. I always went in for the chocolate McVities, and I loved how the chocolate would melt just a smidge when the biscuit was placed on the tea saucer. The day-bartender would stand behind one of the long tables in our pub with giant kettles of tea and coffee, ready to pour for the mob of students milling about. "Milk?" he'd ask, because the proper way, of course, is to splash the milk first and allow the tea to warm it.
I call my Morning Coffee Elevensies (another meal endorsed by Hobbits) now, as I like to take it at, well, 11:00. Of late, I've enjoyed PG Tips (do click this link; you will want the monkey as much as I do, I promise!) in my cup. Dee-licious!