After some elaborate squeezing and slithering (really people should envision bigger doors when constructing cafè's) he manages to make his way inside. One claw after another, he cautiously pads towards the nearest waiter, tovering over him with his scaly body.<br/><br/>His serpentine neck slowly curves downwards as his reptilian head descends until it is at the same level of the waiter's one.<br/><br/>Then, in a low and booming voice.. he says four words, charged with gravitas and ancient wisdom...<br/><br/>"Tea, Earl Grey, hot!"