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	<title>Comments on: Review: High Tea at the King Edward hotel</title>
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		<title>By: JH</title>
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		<description>Afternoon tea, we stand corrected. 
Eddie&#039;s fine review failed to mention the backdrop of &quot;amateur modelling limbo,&quot; 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 &quot;normal&quot; 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&#039;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&#039;s room a bit too much....</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Afternoon tea, we stand corrected.<br />
Eddie&#8217;s fine review failed to mention the backdrop of &#8220;amateur modelling limbo,&#8221; 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 &#8220;normal&#8221; wardrobe into plastic bags plain site of our table.<br />
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&#8217;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&#8230;the unexpected gift of fancy lotions and toiletries, gratis&#8230;all are part of the 5 star bathroom experience. But sometimes, some people just enjoy themselves in the women&#8217;s room a bit too much&#8230;.</p>
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