Done: High Tea, Australian Style

Done: High Tea, Australian Style

-“Nikita Vorobiev makes my dreams come true”

There, you can quote me.

I’ll try not to turn this post into a cheese-fest, but you know how sometimes people surprise you.

Nik is a great guy, in my eyes he is the best of ze best, and discovering that, despite that clueless stare he gives me when I'm talking, he is actually listening is: Priceless.


I posted here last year about how much I wanted to go for High Tea. By the time my friend Kate told me I could have gone to the Ritz-Carlton in Mtl for it, it was already time to pack my bags and move to the other side of the world. I was sadly disappointed. The important thing was that Kate had made me realize people actually kept those rituals.

Once I moved to Australia, I realized how they retain that British colony flavour, even more so than Canada, I dare to say. They kept lots of British traditions, including their food. I’ve had the chance of eating Yorshire pudding (I love it, don’t judge), love having classic fish and chips and another friend of mine let me know people still get together for tea.

So my mission over here was going for tea to the Palazzo Versace in the Gold Coast, glitzy and very pink. Sadly, whenever I wanted to make it there we either had plans (surf over tea is the rule) or we needed to do chores, so I had pretty much given up, I was already planning my arvo (evening) at the Ritz back home in Montreal.

Last month after our bi-monthly BBQ for our friends ( I promise to have those back in MTL) and the following clean-up, Nik asked me to dress well on a Sunday morning, he had a surprise for me.

First, as you see in the many pictures where I’m wearing crocs, I rarely get the occasion to dress nicely, so I was happy to comply and very curious as to where the hell he was taking me. I thought regular brunch, see some friends, I don’t know…

When we found the place, I was shocked to see it was a very old school bed and breakfast. I thought to myself:

-“Why a B&B? We have a nice bed at home. You could just have asked for attention, if you know what I mean”

Then I saw the old lady carrying a pot of hot water and it hit me, he had taken me to the oldest restored Queenslander house he could find, to have Sunday tea. I haven’t been more excited since, well, I don’t even remember.

I’ve never felt so girly in my life. I loved it. I took pictures of everything, and I mean, the cups, the doilies, everything. The house is beautiful with lots of vintage art-deco details and I can say it was better than anything I could have imagined.

So there, one more thing off my list, it is funny how I’ve been reduced to using clichés like: “I’ll remember this forever” but its fun to know that I truly will.

P.S: Additional pictures of flowery pink things*, available for your viewing pleasure, in Picasa.

* May or may not induce unicorn visions and seizures