We’re still considered a colony by the Brits (just ask them, they’ll tell you). And we certainly don’t have the federal budget to mount another rebellion after that G20 fiasco. So if we can’t beat ’em, we may as well join ’em … for tea — high tea at the Windsor Arms.

It’s as close to the Motherland as you’re going to get at 3:30 on a Thursday afternoon. Grab a flute of sparkling wine, sink your teeth into a smoked salmon sandwich, and discuss the weather. It’s been dreadfully muggy, don’t you think?

Oh, and you mustn’t forget to let your vintage Darjeeling blend steep for at least 7 minutes.