Jerry took me to Elise’s Tea Room for tea, scones, and little crustless sandwiches. He ordered a pot of cherry vanilla tea, his two scone choices were lemon and chocolate chip and he had one of each of their six signature sandwiches: egg salad, chicken curry salad, cucumber, cream cheese with chives, black olive on dark bread, apple pecan on raisin bread.
He saved the chicken curry for last. I asked, “Did you like that best?” and he nodded with satisfaction. “It has meat in it.”
I had apple cinnamon tea, a plain scone (so I could taste the lemon curd, blackberry jam, and Devonshire cream I piled on it) and a strawberry one. I ate one bite of each sandwich by turn, because I liked them all best.
We both ordered chocolate mousse cake for dessert. It came as one big piece, with a lit candle and a message in red icing. I had to laugh when I read it. I find typos everywhere, can’t help it. I almost feel a meal isn’t complete unless I find a typo on the menu, even in the most exclusive restaurants. “Salmon” without the “l.” “Endive” spelled “ednive.” Things like that.
Once I find the typo, I can relax and enjoy the occasion.