I recently had the pleasure of spending an evening having high tea with a good friend. We went to the King Edward Hotel in Toronto, which is a very…how shall I put it…decedent hotel. According to my friend, it is one of the few places that the Queen will stay at when visiting. We had amazing food, and since there was a chocolate special, we got special chocolate and chocolate macaroon tea options. We both tried each and it was lovely. It was absolutely splendid.
I F bomb-ed all over the whole thing.
To be honest, I had no idea what high tea was when she first invited me out! How dare I, right? In a country with ties to the crown, high tea should be one of the first things I learned about in school! How did I get through twenty-one years of life- of watching British television (including the occasional BBC), even drinking tea to them, and not ever had heard the term!
Well she said chocolate, and she said tea, so I was in.
Okay, okay, perhaps I’m forgiven for my ignorance since I decided to jump in and learn about it, but I decided to wear jeans to the event. I mean, I chose to wear a collared shirt under a sweater, so…I guess it evens things out…partially…but I felt so underdressed.
The lesson I learned: Google was put on this Earth for a reason, sweetie.