But as soon as I walked into the tea room and inhaled its serenity, I felt joy. And then, I saw feathers fluttering. How could I have any regrets at seeing that sight?
I sat down with my friend and perused the very large menu. This is often a very quick endeavor because once I discover something I like, I order the same thing every time.
With the teas, I vowed to break that pattern and try a new one every time. Last visit, I had the Festin d'Or, a combination of green tea (no wonder I felt so good when I left and then had a hard time falling asleep that night), citrus and mint. Today, I tried the Nil Rouge, a South African bourbon leaf; it was delightful.
I did not, however, completely shed my old habits and ordered the heavenly coup de soleil (sunburn), a delicious tart made with vanilla custard on a bed of wild strawberries.
Next time, I will expand my palate and attempt a new dessert. This rose green tea cake looked and smelled so good I had a hard time keeping my hands off it (once again we were placed at the "torture" table right next to the dry baked goods area that also doubles as the serving areas where the desserts are placed while the tea is being made behind the tea-bar). Or maybe I'll just have to order two...
It is not customary to tip in France -- though greatly appreciated and definitely hoped for -- but please do when you come here. It's a real treat.
