Although high tea was a sophisticated tradition completely lost on me, I made it my new favourite (that superfluous ‘u’ is in honour of the fine British tea ingenuity).
As triple elite double glossy metallic Starwood Preferred Members we enjoyed free high tea. Or shall we call it, high fructose.
In lieu of offering a business club with free newspapers and mixed nuts, the Mirage served Platinum Starwood guests high tea from 3-5 in the afternoon. Destroying any semblance of the original English tradition we would walk into the lounge each day with flips flops and sunglasses like two kids celebrating the noise of an ice cream truck sneaking through the neighborhood, and for good reason. The big secret about high tea that no proper Brit would divulge is that high tea has very little to do with tea. It’s all about the sweets. The tea is just an excuse to inhale sugar and refined flour goodness. Oh, and there were some finger sandwiches that I carefully ignored.
Adding to the spectacle, they delivered the treats in one of those three plate towers – the afternoon tower of power. Could there be anything better than high tea to break the monotony of in lying in the sun? I think not.
Sheraton Mirage Resort
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