We drove around the block the first time we pulled up. We weren't sure where to park. There was a business next door with all the parking spaces next to the building labeled "For Customers Only." (Great. While we're having a relaxing tea, the store owner will tow the van of "them outsiders".) We parked next to the road, hoping those were fair game.
We walked up the brick sidewalk to the porch, tugged on the door.... and it was locked. Locked? We knew it was the right place - the sign out front said so. There was another sign in the window that indicated it was Open. Tried the door again. Still locked. She knew we were coming - we made reservations. Well, we were early, by 12 minutes. As we stood there wondering what to do, the owner came and opened the door for us. Okay, good. She even called us by name. Right place, right time.
The dining room was, well, the dining room for the house. It was a quaint house, nicely decorated - not exactly with a theme per se, but it was comfortable and pleasing.
She said she had "a selection of teas" that we could have either hot or iced. We asked what the selections were. She disappeared for a few seconds and came back with a saucer with six different tea bags on it. O...K... Seeing how I haven't been to that many tea rooms - in case you're not keeping count, this is number three for me - I cut her some slack, chastising myself for making an assumption that tea rooms only use loose leaf tea. I chose the green tea. Sweetie chose iced tea and was given iced green tea.
|Complete with Valentine's decorations|
One more thing before I tell you about the food. Most of the pictures are of half-eaten items. I'd like to say this is by design, giving you a chance to see the inside of the dish, but, really, I just stink at remembering to take pictures when the food first arrives.
The salad was a generous serving of spinach leaves, with strawberries, kiwi, sunflower seeds, and croutons, with a little serving of balsamic vinaigrette dressing. I'm not a dressing person. I usually stick with Thousand Island, and sometimes if I want to go crazy, I'll do Catalina. But nothing that sounds like it has balsa wood in it.
It looked really tasty. We gazed longingly at our salads after she served them -- no silverware.
After she came back and discovered us with handfuls of spinach held up to our mouths, she realized what we were missing. OK, that's what I thought about doing. Actually, we sat there politely waiting for her to return.
Once we had silverware in hand, we dug in. I'm not a spinach lover, but I have to admit that was a great salad. I had my doubts about the vinaigrette, but it was good, too.
The sandwiches were Black Forest Ham with Swiss, and Chicken Salad. We each got half a sandwich of each, along with a generous helping of ... potato chips. (Really?? Yeah, really.) The bread looked like it was Arnold's bread from Kroger. Definitely not homemade. The chips would've been redeemed if they'd been made from scratch, but, alas, they came from a bag.
|Fuzzy, partially consumed sandwiches|
All through the meal I drank my tea, resisting the urge to swing wide my pinky finger from the dainty little cup. It was a smooth tea, very pleasant to drink, and a nice compliment to the meal. However, with each cup, the tea would get a little more stringent. I had a strong suspicion I knew what the reason was, but still, it tasted good, so I kept drinking. Maybe I'm interjecting false memories after the fact, but I think it tasted a little pulpy, too.