This review is for the afternoon tea, and afternoon tea only. It started at 3:30, not five o'clock, but then again we weren't in Dorset neither. The setting I'd give an 8 out of 10, maybe a 9 - tea sandwiches, scones, tablecloths, four kinds of jam, a slab of butter and more than a dollop of heavy cream. Your 23$ buy you 4 courses, starting from tea sandwiches and ending up in cookies, all masterfully done, and with an endless supply of tea. And milk. Meh. The English, what can you do... Tea was as authentic as the English tea is supposed to be - bloody awful, but the baked goods were plentiful (we ended up with a couple of overflow bags) and very good indeed. The proprietors, Barbara and David, were on display to do the small talk, plus Barbara ran the whole show. Jesus, David, DO something! No wonder the suffragette movement won the vote... Very welcoming folks nonetheless. Two non-English distractions - a couple of Russian girls (W&T I suppose), dressed in the traditional Russian style of oil rig waitresses (but otherwise very efficient and courteous), and the music - low key enough, but seriously - the elevator music with an occasional and much welcomed interlude by Mary Chapin Carpenter? However much I love her, she ain't anywhere close to being English. You've got your XTCs, and OMDs, and BSPs, and that's what you choose? But that's just me getting all old and grumpy. A great escapist outlet through and through.
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