No, not a formal tea on the ship like Celebrity, but tea at the Commodore Hotel. Besides being the location of the lecture yesterday morning, the name “Commodore Hotel” resonates with me. That was the name of the hotel next to my building where I lived my last year or so of residency. A three story brownstone, I was on the second floor with windows in the front and all along the outside wall of my apartment. Huge brightly lit room in the front with a long hall ending in the kitchen, all of the rest of the rooms opened off that hall. The term shotgun style comes to mind. It was late winter, early spring and I had just finished a short break and interviews for jobs on the East Coast. Shaking that Minnesota snow off my boots. Just me, the two Siamese and this long haired, bearded dude working for legal services who kept wandering by.
That Commodore Hotel suffered a massive boiler problem and explosion one lovely, extremely cold day. I wasn’t there, the cats were. All my windows (nine of them) faced the Commodore and shattered due to the blast wave. The guy got worried about me. Wound up taking my cats home with him. Collected me a couple of days later (staying in an apartment that wasn’t holding heating hadn’t been my brightest move.
So instead of 1978, this is 2014. Tea at this Commodore Hotel seemed like kismet. I met up with Vicki & Matt (Independence TA, Fall 2012). First we had a large pot of tea brought to our table along with cream and sugar. Since Vicki and I were both dealing with email, we weren’t all that cognizant for the first few minutes.
It was real Irish tea, it needed the milk. A while later the waitress delivered to the table three double decked stands. On the bottom layer were four sandwiches. Salmon, cucumbers with ? x2, and eggs salad. The top tray had four different pastries/cakes. And then there was the additional plate of min-scones already slathered with clotted cream & jam. It was more than enough, a veritable meal. After swapping around sandwiches – I would up with the salmon on a lovely, thickly textured brown bread, easily forgoing the dukes and egg salad. As well as consuming more than my share of the scones.
(its the building in the middle, cream, one awning and the words Commondore Hotel in white up at the top)
Today was otherwise a sea day of no particular fame. I am skipping formal night in favor of room service. Or Pizza. Haven’t decided yet!