How Many Maccas Equals a High Tea?

We missed the Wedding in England. We will miss the other grandchild getting married in Scotland by a few days. We will not get to visit the Queen (God bless her) or take tea or a stroll in the garden with Her Majesty but it was just as special to be taken out for High Tea by Bethany in the Queen Vic in Sydney.

The glorious windows and artiness around, the relaxed atmosphere with the way, way, way above ceiling, the gorgeous lights, precious, fine crockery, sliver teapots and impeccable staff, all made for an experience fit for a queen.

The High Tea came out - delicate sandwiches, cucumber, ham, egg - and refills when desired. Fine pastries and tiny layer cakes, tasty tarts and pecan pies so tiny - just a mouthful. Delicate china, old and oozing love by artisan's hands, careful detail, hand painted gold matching plates and stand and pot.
Crisp white linen, impossibly crisp and white and fresh.
Scone with jam and cream, so simple yet so divine the joint of jaw tingles with the buzz of glands made active all at once.

The cup refilled, the pot topped up, Chantilly cream, attentive staff, the team of chefs, the tiny touch and not a burger to be seen. No fast food here - just love and care and care for art. Not a 'Mac' in front of anything.
It is true we could have had at least a few meals at other places and they would have been quite quick. They have their place - you don't have to book and on the run they are a welcome sight. They do not clog the memory space or muddle with imagination. They are right next door, not hours away, they are not the dressy uppy types of places.

This Mother's Day was special for so many reasons - for spending time with my daughter, being able to appreciate the love and care, creation and design of artisans of times gone by, tasting oh-so-many yummy things, being waited on so well and feeling like a queen.

Thank you Bethany.