I cannot really give
a fair review of this as my mind was preoccupied at the time, but I have used
this restaurant before. It is not as small as you think it is. There's the
seating area by which you enter which is in the form of a conservatory/marque.
Then an indoor seating area opposite the kitchens and service space; but,
venture further and there is a small, brightly lit room at the back offering
plenty of seating since no one seems to know it is there. Particularly useful
for access if the entrance is full.
I only had a cup of
tea here and it was perfectly acceptable although served in a slightly too
utilitarian style. I had the
aluminium-tea-pot-and-plain-white-crock-cup-and-saucer combo that, while
serviceable, I always think of as not very National Trust. Still, at that time,
my mood was such that I soon abandoned the place to roam the gardens in the
lamping rain trying my best to get thoroughly soaked, switching off the oxygen
to exacerbate the maudlin feelings, hoping to align myself with that most
Romantic of fates, the onset of a fatal, consumptive cough. Think
Wollstonecraft on Putney Bridge, Keats on top of a coach in a pelting
rainstorm, Byron in the swamps at Missolonghi.
Which did not work.
Back outside the restaurant, an elderly lady asked me if I was alright. Which
ruined the mood somewhat. Especially when she offered me her toasted teacake.
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