club wed & global goss:
A few weeks ago I headed to Boston and Cape Cod to do a slew of chores for op: wed. I met with a few florists, had a number of disappointing dress appointments (one word: attack of the killer crinoline) and hammered out the welcome party locale (it’s so Patty Page Cape Cod. I’m obsessed!) Anyhoo, among all of that hula-boo, I thought my hardworking wedding planning team (read: moi and my Mama Bear) needed a little douse of five-star treatment. Enter stage left: High tea at The Four Seasons Hotel Boston, which is located on the picturesque Boston Gardens.
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I said it then and I’ll say it now: There’s just something so civilized about finger sandwiches. |
Now, for those of you who don’t know me personally, let me tell you a little secret, I’m in love with all things Four Seasons. It is my hotel chain of choice. And I’m in good company. The Rolling Stones, the LA Lakers (more on that later) and some other fancy pants like to stay there too, because they are guaranteed excellent service, great food and beautiful rooms. So, I pretty much knew that Mama Bear would be totes impressed by her favorite (wink) daughter’s surprise pressey. And right I was!
The Four Seasons Boston serves high tea from 3–5 p.m. in The Bristol Room, which the bigwigs at the hotel call “Boston’s living room.” It’s a pretty expansive space with tons of comfy leather couches, a deep wood bar and several small-top tables. Mama Bear and I scored a table by the window, which gave us fantastique views of the beautiful Gahdens and all of the passerbys (more on that later). I ordered the Royal Tea ($34), which includes delicate finger sandwiches, a pot of piping hot tea (see it isn’t just a clever name) and one of my all-time faves (!) a Kir Royale. Mama Bear had the Four Seasons Tea ($28) and that comes with scones, tea bread, strawberry jam, lemon curd and devonshire cream, plus a selection of tea Sandwiches and pastries, and of course, the namesake.
Mama Bear and I loooved the cranberry bread, cucumber sandwiches and scones. And she even took a liking to the lemon curd, which is just a fancy way of saying lemon-infused clotted cream. We intermittently discussed op:wed, life and how ladylike we were being. And at times simply gazed out the window at the wonderful view. And then it happened—our five-star experience became even more special. (Attention: It is now officially later!) Literally sauntering by in an oversize white tracksuit was the Magic himself, the original MJ; I’m talking about the legend Mr. Johnson.
Since Mama Bear and I are a little slow on the camera uptake (full disclosure, I don’t even own a camera), we missed a shot. But once we got to the lobby we were hanging with the Bball king and some of the current Lakers too. OK, you got me, we weren’t exactly hangin’ with them as so much as looking up. That Center is literally twice Mama Bear’s height!
Posted by Jenna at 3:02 p.m.
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