My lunch today couldn’t compare with
our exquisite lunch experience yesterday.
There we were on her special day
savoring a little bit of England at the
English Rose Tea Room in Carefree.
(Making reservations is wisdom.)
I had just tasted a piece of homemade
bread with to-die-for Chutney. A while
back when I made this reservation, I
previewed the menu. I knew right a way
what I was going to have. I’ve been
thinking about Stilton since that peek.
Our server was sweet beyond delightful;
we could tell she loves being there. After
we were seated, she told us about the
specials of the day. The Ploughman’s
Lunch I ordered was too big to include a
side of their split pea and ham soup
Imported English Blue Stilton & Cheddar cheeses, English Chutney, pickled onions, dill & potato bread, sliced apple and a salad served with Heinz Salad Cream dressing.
was the Quiche special that got her. And
anything with lavender; in this case her
hot tea. I went with a strong and flavorful
Assam with cream and sugar of course. As
it was her special day, before lunch was
served she made her way to the “parlor”
at the back of the main room to join a
few other women who were trying on hats
for the occasion. Two sisters sat at a
table nearby; one tried on a hat that was
definitely Anne of Green Gables but chose
an art deco look instead. It was magical!
I fully expected to walk out the door into
1936. The end of this lovely meal was near.
“I would like a little something sweet,”
she said. “I’ll bring you a dessert menu.”
They both smiled. A few minutes later, all
the lights in main room went off. A single
plate with a single candle was making its
way through the room. The sound of
everyone singing happy birthday got louder
as she approached. (There was a slight pause
to inquire and insert her name!) Then, she
placed the beautiful small piece of heaven
in front of her. (And the dessert menu, just
in case.) She showed a mix of surprise and
delight. (But, we did read the dessert menu
for fun. That, too, for another time.) The
other side of the main room was packed as
well. There was a photo-op with the Queen,
but the line was too long. (Well, you take a
photo with a photo of… next time, for us.)
She loved it! (Me, too.) Do me a favor.
If someone you know might be spending
their birthday alone, don’t let them do it.
Birthdays are a celebration of life. And, of
course, if someone you adore is celebrating
a birthday, make it special, make it more
than memorable. You both deserve it.
(I had bologna and black coffee today.)
Poet, Writer, US Army (Retired)
I dreamed of writing when I was a youngster. The love of books and writing may have helped to dull the pain of severe sexual abuse as I was sexually abused by two men at my father’s place of work from age 8 to 12 or so. I learned about this for the first time when I was 50 years old. So, as a boy, reading was the only place I had to go to. My fantasy world was better and safer than my real world. I loved reading and writing.
Reading books and writing poetry are a joy to me still and are an important part of my life. (See my About Me page on my blog for the complete profile.)