Tea, please!

Anyway, my friend, SUZANNE CUPAL, suggested that we celebrate my birthday by having High Tea at Peninsula Hotel in Beverly Hills, this time. I was certainly game for this -- the only difference being that we had to celebrate my birthday three weeks early because her dad, HENRY, was in town and wanted to come along on what he called 'a chick thing.' Well, the Brits might see it as a cultural ceremony for all civilized folks, but the red-blooded, meat and potatoes, whiskey-swilling American male sees it as 'a chick thing.'


I also love talking to Henry. He was an engineer before he retired... worked for GM in Michigan. And more importantly he was an MP during the Korean war... and I love to hear him talk about being an MP, especially when he describes himself as a green, wet-behind-the ears country kid who didn't know anything suddenly thrust into the military police because he could read and write and was better educated than anyone else in the unit.

But I digress... back to tea at the Peninsula Hotel. As you can see, it is quite the nice place. We arrived early so I had time to take plenty of photographs. I didn't get to follow the paths to see if there were gardens but I liked the fountain.
The harpist played well, although before we were done with tea, she was gone and someone was playing the piano. Not as nice.

Being early also gave me a chance to scope out the place. As you can see, they have their teas in their atrium lounge... with large, and I'm certain, comfortable couches, for people to gather and chat. Which, though lovely, I'm sorry, is not quite what I want for tea.

I don't want to be constantly leaning over, reaching for the sandwiches and sweets, dribbling the jams and clotted creams over my lap. I love lounge settings, and soft lighting, and music -- for drinks, when I'm cuddling up with an attractive male date, not for tea with a female friend and her dad.
Luckily, I spied some cute little tables in the corner... one with three chairs around it and one with four. So I went to the hostess to alert her that I wanted a table. Suzanne had indicated that we would probably be put on the small side couches inside the door. Picture something that looks like one side of a booth... or what you wait on before entering the restaurant. Just because they had cocktail tables in front of them didn't make them look inviting or comfortable. So I decided to tell the hostess what I wanted.

When she pointed out the booth-like seating near the front as where they were planning to put us, I told her no way was I having tea, sitting in the through way to the restrooms. That I wasn't going to let her slough us off in such an undesirable place. We went back and forth a bit, since she was claiming that the two small tables I was talking about, although empty, were booked, but I stuck to my guns. She requested 10 minutes to see what she could do and requested we be seated in the undesirable place. I told her that we would while she sorted things out, but no way was I having tea there. And when a waiter came to put the place settings on the cocktail table in front of us, I waved him away, saying we weren't having tea there.

After about 10 minutes, the hostess came back and took us to the small table seating three. The other table which seated four had three people already there. That was fine, since there were only three of us. I was quite happy with it. It was lovely and private -- just what you wanted for tea, especially at the prices they were charging us. Don't mind paying for value.

We ordered what they called the Full Tea. There were a couple of higher priced teas, but those came with alcohol, which none of us drink any more, for various health-related reasons. If they had had one with the fresh strawberries without the alcohol, we would have gone for it.

The finger sandwiches were so-so. I liked the salmon and the chicken salad one. And the egg salad one was decent, but I was disappointed there were no cucumber ones -- which I love. What is a British tea without cucumber sandwiches? Putting a slice of cucumber on top the salmon is not the same thing. They also had an odd finger sandwich -- all raw vegetables -- which I didn't care much for, but Suzanne and Henry liked it.

All in all, the company was great and we enjoyed ourselves in the pretty surroundings, but Suzanne and I both agreed that we have had better teas. Henry, being on his second visit to his so-called 'chick thing', had no vote. We both agreed that our favorite teas are still the Rose Garden in Pasadena... a tiny British store with an adjacent teahouse and best of all, the Ritz-Carlton Hotel in Pasadena. And that we were both somewhat disappointed with the Peninsula tea. So much so that Suzanne suggested we take another trip to the Ritz Carlton tea in a few weeks.
As we were driving home, Suzanne remarked that she felt unsatisfied by the tea. I knew what she meant -- it wasn't exactly a high spot. She had been wanting to try a Chicago hotdog and wished that we could do that, since she'll be leaving LA soon. I didn't see why we couldn't do that, even though it did feel a little piggish to be eating again right after tea... did I say we weren't satisfied by the tea?
So we drove to my favorite place for authentic and excellent Chicago cuisine, Taste Chicago in Burbank, owned by Joe Mantegna, whom I worked with on Joan of Arcadia. When going over

Of course, Henry protested as we dragged him inside Taste Chicago that he was full from the tea and we told him that was okay, he could order something and take it home for lunch the next day -- after all, it is a take-out as well as eat-there place. Then I heard him say, "They have Italian beef here?"

"Okay," he said, "I'll have a bite and take the rest home." He had it polished off even before we had our hotdogs done. So much for a bite because he was full and take the rest home.
Now Joe Mallozzi would probably say I should have taken a photograph of the hotdog... and I would have, if I had thought about it -- from the time I got it in my hot little hands, my only thought was of consuming it.

We both agreed, though, that we were now satisfied and happy. A truly great ending to a birthday celebration.
For those of you who are celebrity watchers, while we were waiting for the Peninsula Hotel valets to get our car, Tony Bennet and his family were waiting right beside us. He looks hale and hearty as well.
Labels: High Tea, Peninsula Hotel tea, Taste Chicago