Ottie decided to give me a belated birthday treat at the Ritz Carlton Colony. This year has been pretty ridiculous in terms of schedule-clashing (in more ways than one hur hur), so I spent my birthday and most of the weekend recuperating from work-related issues. It was well-worth the wait – for $49++ per person for high tea, we got the ambience (those high domed ceilings are so pretty), the sugar-high, and even a tickling of the umami. Everything was oh-so-good.
Pictures with my new phone! Yes, it’s the explode-y one. No, I’m not that worried. Yes, I’ll go queue up to replace it when the official recall is activated. Don’t want to be bursting an artery or something trying to take selfies.
Didn’t manage to capture the flames from ourÂ CrÃªpe SuzetteÂ in this snap, but apart from the pyro aesthetics, this was simply delicious. We literally cleaned out the chef’s store of crepes in 2 rounds.
The Savoury box came in a beautifully-manufactured wooden box with simple front metal clasps and an old world map soldered onto the face of the lid. Five items were nestled inside just waiting to titillate our tastebuds. It was easily the highlight of our high tea, even though my main goal was to get as much of a sugar-high as possible. Everything was good, but personally I couldn’t get enough of that Shepherd’s Pie.
Got myself a scoop of Vanilla and Teh Tarik ice cream to finish off my meal. Rainbow sprinkles are mandatory. I guess my gripe about this High Tea was that the ice cream didn’t taste rich enough to me, but that could probably be due to how much sugar I’d already been ingesting prior…?
And here’s what we wore: to tell the truth, I got a little rage-y when I saw the following instructions which came with our reservation confirmation:
Dress Code: Smart Casual.
Gentlemen should be attired in knee-length bermudas or long pants with a collared shirt and covered shoes, while Ladies should be attired in a dress or a blouse with pants/skirts and dressy shoes.
Quite frankly, I don’t have a problem dressing according to the dress code with my current style, but ain’t nobody gonna tell me what to wear; I wear what I want! In all seriousness, I guess I get the idea of a dress code, especially when it pertains to places of worship and things of importance like that, and I suppose that certain establishments strive to maintain a certain look and exclusion through its clientale, but somehow the implication of being kicked out of a place just because one is not dressed according to standards (not even inappropriately) chafes just a little.
But that’s another topic to explore another day.
Here’s a dress I rarely wear (I wore it the last time here) paired with some blind-your-eyes pink accessories! This Ametsuchi cat scarf was spotted in Zalora and I just had to get it. It is made of love and meows.
Outfit photos assisted by Ottie.