Three Cream Teas

Three Cream Teas of Oxenford were
Eaten up by four wanderer(s)
Satisfying, diet defyyyyying
Please can we have more, sir.

Well folks, we’ve done it again. One more Oxford cream tea conquered. This delectable scone ensemble was consumed by The Rev,  ‘Guru, Philosopher and myself at one mid to high-end establishment on Oxford’s High Street, charmingly named ‘The Rose’.We split two cream teas and a lentil soup (one bowl of soup split four ways can go farther than you think), and were delighted to find that this place, like cream, rose (pun) to the top of the milk pail.The scone did suffer a pretty bad case of the crumblies, but the decent size and overall balance of sweet and savoury landed it at a solid 5.25 out of 7 – raisins might have pushed it to a round 6. With the sun streaming in the windows, the Rose was a pleasant enough place to repose, although the front door had an annoying tendency to swing dangerously close to the back of my head. I suppose one cannot blame the door for that. The clotted cream was almost butter, so dense was each loaded spoonful; and the jam was full of strawberry juiciness (though once again, seeds were lacking so it could not be honestly called “preserves”, the queen of all jams). The service was prompt enough, although there was a single backbencher complaint about the waitress’s neon yellow tights, which we ignored.It was, surprisingly, the tea that blew the Philosopher and I out of the water. Robust, with woody undertones and spiced flavour accents, the Rose House Blend black tea left nothing to be desired.* Note also the fancy tea strainer.

All in all, we judged it 5.3 out of 7. This however, fails to take into account the fact that our standards seem to be inflating as we proceed with the whole sconological experiment. There may also be an element of unreliability in the judges. So let the record show hereby that The Rose, in our hearts and minds, is leader of the pack in terms of cream tea excellence.

*The Philosopher has a(n?) oenophile friend who has been trying in vain to educate him about wine.

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