Good afternoon friends. Today
I would like to share with you the most wonderful day that we had yesterday!
Searching the net, I found a lovely idea for my Husbands birthday. A visit to York’s
finest hotels, for afternoon tea! The elaborate surroundence and exquisite hotel, The
Cedar Court Grand Hotel York, steep in its
history was an ideal birthday treat.
The hotel was built early
1900s and four years and
five million bricks later, with its
black and white Belgian marble in the entrance hall. Splendid terrazzo with
Roman mosaic margins was laid in the corridors, whilst patterned wood blocks
were used in the offices.
It has been known
that the finest orchestras, have performed on the top of the staircase of the
main entrance hall. “How romantic and different?” I thought! We can go for an Indian cuisine for
friends coming, this was a day I wanted to remember for my hard working love.
I made a reservation the day before and the
lady who took my details, was so unobtrusive and gave no fuss at the fact that
we might have a guide dog or I was a vegetarian, in fact such little fuss was
made, I wondered if when I arrived there was a need to remind the staff of my
food choice? There was no need at all. We got out of the taxi, without our
dogs, and were met at the welcoming entrance, by the delightful extremely well
educated Concierge, who welcomed us and took my arm. I felt as though I was
going to be married to the King of England. But you know us? There had to be a
laugh. There was me, speaking my finest English, rolling my A’s and o’S Speaking
in a demure fashion and my Husband had obviously a new starter at the hotel, of
which I am sure will not be in the front line today. Speaking in a beautiful
English accent, my gentleman asked me was I attending afternoon tea for a special occasion. Ending the question
with the word Madam. I answered it was my Husbands birthday and he politely
turned to my husband with the foreign
helpful person guiding him and congratulated him. To which the man with my
husband asked in his broken English
“Oh how old are you then?” hahahahahah. Love
replied “Too old!”
“Come on tell me how old?” Pleaded the man.
“Put it
this way, my numbers now can not be
reversed!” As at this point I should tell you he is 44. To which the man said
in a voice which did not fit the surroundings we found ourselves,
“Fifty five?” Hahahahahahahahahlolololol. Oh I
so wanted to burst with laughter, but had to behave. I found myself beaming in
silence thinking oh, boy, you’re in for it? Put it this way, he was not there
to guide us out. I think there would be a lot of dish washing done by a certain
young man that day?
We were lead to our table with the finest
quality table cloths and napkins were placed on our knee. Surrounded by solid
silver the table was beautiful. If we
could see, we would have the views of the castle walls but we did not
need to see that day, as we had our senses and imaginations.
The waiter brought our sandwiches on platters and
announced mine were vegetarian. I was in shock that it was remembered. Oh they
were tiny fingers of pure delight. Sandwiches you would not make at home and my
taste buds were awakened, whilst taking in the tranquil atmosphere of the long
fine room, steept in history. We were asked what kind of tea we required and
read out a list of about fifteen teas. I chose cinnamon and orange and my
Husband chose an unpronounceable tea, in which I had never heard of but that
reminded me of the person he is. A well-travelled gent. He said his tea
served from a solid silver tea pot, had
a beautiful woody fragrance. Mine was so subtle and light. Oh it was wonderful
I could not remove the smile from my face.
It was so nice to get out of the house and into
a world in which I could escape from life. Then came the huge silver stand with
decadent delights of homemade scones with a plate of clotted cream and jars of preservatives. On the top layer of
the three layered stand, was the small cakes. I cannot describe how they tasted
as my taste buds have never been honoured in that fine way. One of the cakes,
covered in a chocolate that was obviously home made just exploded and my eyes
felt as though they were going to cry. I found myself unable to say anything as
my motions were numbed by pure bliss. Oh it was beautiful and the waitress
served us fresh tea to refresh our pallets. A wonderful wonderful day and a hotel
and Spa I can highly recommend, if you require the typical, opulence, quintessential English experience.
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