So in my first year of university, in the heat of exams, with stress level rocketing and study blues slowly settling in, I came across Manna Tea Rooms. I drank one of the most beautiful Malteser milkshakes I have ever experienced in my life and I have never looked back since.
I’ve tried introducing every person I meet to this beautiful Malteser milkshake and they don’t take me seriously, they don’t understand how truly amazing this milkshake is – I realise I may be coming across as slightly dramatic, but seriously, it’s an actual taste sensation.
Manna Tea Rooms is a lovely little cafe opposite Portsmouth cathedral, with friendly staff and great food. So two years later, with my sister Maddie (hence the extremely witty blog title. That was all her by the way) in Portsmouth for the day, I finally had a chance to take her to this cafe and force her to drink the delicious Malteser shake, and boy, was she excited. I watched tentatively as she took a sip of her milkshake, excited to see her reaction and yeah, she pretty much enjoyed it. Although it wasn’t quite the reaction I expected. I think I put too much pressure on her. My bad.
But the fun doesn’t stop there. After eating some pretty good toasties – pulled pork (yum) with crisps and salad, we saw a notice advertising Spanish hot chocolate served with Madeleines to dunk. How could we refuse that? Would be rude not to really.
With no shame, we placed our order and waited expectantly, ignoring the chocolaty sicky feeling in our stomachs. And then they arrived. I practically fainted at how good they looked. Thick, gloopy chocolate filled to the rim with delicate little Madeleines on the side, designed to look like hearts, perfectly dunkable and perfectly delicious, or as Ross Geller describes them “lighter than air”. And they really were.
By this point, we were basically a human chocolate fountain, so feeling a bit of a chocolate high, we ignored the enticing calls of the cakes and brownies on the counter and paid the bill ready to escape the safe haven of chocolate land and head into the freezing, rainy Portsmouth streets. Good job we had that hot chocolate to keep us warm, hey.