Imagine, if you will, a Friday afternoon like any other; you’re fried from a long week of architecting next-generation solar power control software, and you flee downtown at 4pm to relax -- somewhere -- anywhere.
Pasta? Nay! Too loud, crowded, and just walking by and breathing that heady aroma puts on 2-3 pounds.
But there is a place – a time out of mind, that I found. Empty! And, I’m told, near this way every day at 4. And beautiful! From the exquisitely appointed Victorian-age decor to the bright-smiling pretty, young maiden serving girls, and soft music from that same by-gone era, you find yourself easily fantasying that you are away to a time and land far beyond the software-seething Silicon Suburb (I speak of this, our Pleasantopia, of course).
Lisa the proprietress is the very hallmark of gracious hosts, who could easily teach even Glinda the Good Witch a thing or two regarding friendly attitude – and who is even more blonde, to boot. And what a selection of tasty tea from around the world, each one served in old-fashioned teapots painted with pastoral scenes of antiquity, poured by your smiling faery serving girl into delicate cups, and the entire experience, if not transcendently relaxing enough, enhanced beyond measure with a surprise plate of ginger snaps (yum!) and other sweet treats.
Why, the only thing that got me out of there was closing time at 5.
Oh, why go a beer-brawling, or wine swilling at the wall-to-wall typical Main Street gorge emporiums where you open the door and get instantly buried to your neck in pasta?!
Come to the English Rose Tea Room, where you can have enjoyable (and hearable!) conversation with friends, reserve a party (even children’s tea parties), attend etiquette class (you bourgeois CEO, you!) or just sit and float away by yourself into your own thoughts of peace and tranquility -- maybe a little corporate conquest -- maybe a little script-based, sub-system simulated software regression testing...