I’ve been meaning to take high tea here in Toronto but never got round to it until today. Here I was, already bored out of my mind by 10 am when a light bulb went off in my head, why not do it now? I did some research online and chose the Windsor Arms Hotel. I made a reservation for 1 pm.
I put on makeup and heels and took off.
Things didn’t go as smoothly as I would have liked. I took the wrong bus, the 77B instead of the 77A (come on, who reads the signs?); it was rather warm and walking in circles trying to find St. Thomas Street made me hot and sweaty and, unsurprisingly, I was late.
One advantage of being by yourself in a restaurant is that you can eavesdrop on your neighbours. And I was in eavesdropper’s heaven. The four young people next to me talked about everything and anything from the Code of Hammurabi (and I even knew what that is, I saw it in the Louvre) to the Shah of Iran to why women are attracted to tall men (apparently something to do with our ancestors surviving in the savannah… whatever).
I ordered a full tea, which included loose leaf tea of my choice (Breakfast Blend with Ceylon, Nilgiris and Assam), two scones, Devon cream, raspberry preserve, a goat’s cheese and red onion marmalade tartlet, two petit fours, and tiny rolled sandwiches. And a bowl of strawberries and cream to boot. I could hardly move afterwards.
Classical music was playing softly in the background. It was Viennese waltzes, which made me think of weddings.
Now I’m ready for high tea at Windsor Castle!