|Fortnum and Mason window display.|
|Two of the many tea varieties available.|
|Side entrance of Fortnum and Mason.|
|The lovely perfume counter.|
I returned to Fortnum and Mason the next day, determined to get my fill of tea. I arrived at the restaurant just in time to overhear the French maître d' tell another couple that the restaurant was closing. The fellow recognized me when I greeted him and gave me a pained look when I said I'd returned for tea. They were no longer serving. There were half a dozen small groups gathered around their silver tray towers dining on dainty sandwiches looking all prim and proper. My feet sore from walking and I was hungry. "Surely you can set me up in the corner with a pot of tea?" The maître d' looked around a bit and said "Let me see what I can do." He came back a moment later, "Yes, come zis way please." When he came from around the counter, he visibly cringed when he saw I was wearing shorts, but sat me at a nearby couch. One of the black and white clad serving staff brought me a list of the teas. The couch was firm but very comfortable. It felt good to sit down. I resisted the incredible urge to pull off my boots as I waited for my tea. The server came back and laid out tea pot, hot water pot, tea cup and saucer, sugar, cream, tea strainer and a small plate of wafer cookies. He explained that I should use the hot water if the tea was too strong. Good advice, as it was very strong indeed.
|I missed out on the full tea service, but I quite enjoyed my private party.|