I will not apologise for the following spoiler: it led to a teashop.

Window above a sort of teashop, called Cafe Dame-damn silly name.

There was an old lady who sat near us in a teashop one afternoon.

There is also a small playground, games room and teashop.

The teashop's Muslim owner had been accused, falsely, of raping a female Buddhist employee.

Of course, we could go to a teashop, but they're all shut up now.

On the way home they stopped at the teashop.

Abbu tries to get into a teashop which is reserved for those of higher caste.

And so there are to be tours of the rooms, a teashop, and a bookshop.

If you want to know what she really was, she was a teashop waitress, in the city somewhere.

We hear no evil, speak no evil, see no evil, the elderly teashop owner says in perfect English.

Past her shoulder, he could see that the teashop had its own piano, a rickety thing with silver candleholders built into the music stand.

Of course, the visit wouldn't be complete without a cup of tea and Jane's homemade cake in the teashop, set in the old laundry.

The Chinese government has backed a Bruce Lee museum in an old teashop in Shunde in southern China, and a Bruce Lee theme park.

You might as well construct a poster for Withnail and I featuring Paul McGann, Richard E Grant and the old lady from the teashop.

Also unusual and also in Yala, were bombs thrown into a mosque and a nearby teashop after evening prayers which wounded at least 10 people.