Cirque du Soleil Mug.. completely unrelated to this post but still nice
Apparently, I stand corrected on referring to afternoon tea as high tea, but you may have noticed my hesitation in using either throughout the article. Antony, who is of both British and Hong Kong descent, claimed both were interchangeable. Once again, the internet has proven me (and Antony) wrong but I’m okay with that.
Though that’s not why I’m making this post. I actually started this one because I wanted to share a post that Jenn left in the comments below the original post, pointing out that the scandal of the experience wasn’t just our misuse of high tea. I felt if I didn’t post this on the front page that it would just sink down into the dark abyss that is the comment section of T.O.bites.
Afternoon tea, we stand corrected.
Eddie’s fine review failed to mention the backdrop of “amateur modelling limbo,” as if we were caught in the background of an absurd newbie food-porn shoot, during the first third of our time at the King Eddie. A very young, spindly asian model, and her equally fresh-faced photography fan-club counterparts not-so-discreetly spent their time moving from table to table; she, legs visible in hot-pink Deisel dress, posing in front of carefully arranged tea service, awkwardly beside the chef in full regalia, and finally, folding the brand-new dress and reorganizing her “normal” wardrobe into plastic bags plain site of our table.
And after our tea-party had ended, there was the 25 minute wait to get our bills after having requested the total split amongst guests sans birthday boy. And onto Eddie’s last point; I usually enjoy visits to the pristine chambers that are hotel bathrooms. The surprise of cloth or monogrammed heavy napkin, the scent of the air freshener…the unexpected gift of fancy lotions and toiletries, gratis…all are part of the 5 star bathroom experience. But sometimes, some people just enjoy themselves in the women’s room a bit too much….
Jenn H
Thanks Jenn!