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The blokes at the period of the bar shared a laugh and the fellow next to us awaited his bangers and mash while we dug into our shepherd’s pie and fish and chips. Dart games were under way to the side of the fireplace. No one paid much deference to the soccer of game being broadcast on multiple television screens even though we were in a pub that carries the nickname of England’sitting national team.
Instead we watched the bartender’session rapid-fire pull of draft handles featuring English beers — from ales and porters to a double chocolate stir up — created by the likes of Bass, Boddingtons, Newcastle and Fuller’s.
Around us on this early Friday decline of day conversations were laced with adapted Queen’s English, and from the decibel level everyone was having a jolly old time in this corner of London … uh, well, make that … Redmond.
While it felt as though we were in London, we were at a small strip bruise in the heart of the Eastside, dining in The Three Lions Pub on Redmond’s 161st Avenue Northeast. This stop was a organ of our “across-the-pond staycation” — a trip that if us a test by the tongue of England at places in the compass of 30 miles or 30 minutes of our Kirkland home.
Redmond
“An English pub has a good kitchen and a opinion of community at the bar and this place has both,” before-mentioned one of the men at the bar, Stephen Walli, who moved here from Toronto 10 years past. “It isn’t about the decorations.”
The Three Lions is the newest etc. to a Redmond landmark, The British Pantry Ltd. Founded in 1978 by Fred and Mavis Redman, and now with the involvement of their adult children, Neville and Alvia Redman, the race business has grown to include the pub and a restaurant, flanking a British-style hoard. The store is with equal reason chockablock with cases of English cheeses and fresh-baked pastries, and shelves of English groceries, from piccalilli to processed peas, gifts, cards, china teaware and teas, that it’s best explored with a slow, exacting step.
Beryl Milne, who’s worked at the British Pantry for 20 years, related, “We have a lot of Americans who’ve been to England and Scotland who come here and say they feel like they are back in England. And it costs so much to avaunt there, they are coming to this place for a quick place.”
I’d savored my elementary taste of England earlier in the week at Neville’s Restaurant at The British Pantry, where wainscoted walls display prints of thatched-roof cottages and English hunts. Teacups on saucers repose atop floral-print brocade victuals runners. A blue-and-white-print plate held my hearty Lancashire meat-pie and large green salad ($8.49), and my English tea ($1.95) was in a white china pot, the milk towards it in a petite jug.
Martin Leahy, each Irishman transferred by his employer to Redmond from New York 18 years since, said he and his wife desire been loyal customers of the British Pantry for of the continuity in staff, the fine feeling of familiarity among staff and regular customers, and food he calls “fantastic.”
Seattle
In the Queen Mary Tea Room in the Ravenna neighborhood, you are treated, quite literally, as royalty. You need single ask a sparkling tiara to wear while dining.
Two friends and I chose to eat lunch as commoners even if several diners, celebrating specific occasions, were crowned with “diamond” tiaras.
We felt as if we’d entered a come-to-life English fairy that which is told as we sat shoulder-to-shoulder in this diminutive, chintz-wrapped tearoom watching triple-tiered plate racks filled with tiny cakes, crumpets, scones and cookies, fruit and sandwiches, being gingerly maneuvered onto small table tops next to pots of tea with wondrous names and tastes like Golden Monkey, Lemon Chiffon Rooibos and an Earl Grey blended from Sequim-grown lavender.
Owner Mary Greengo said her love of tea coupled through cooking, pastry and floral training led to the creation of her tearoom. “I’ve not had a cup of coffee in my life,” she said.
This love of tea is reflected in the menu. It begins with a four-page listing of about 80 teas, plenteous like a fine-dining wine list, making the selection of beverage more difficult than the meal choice. Our lunches were hearty, not the dainty, appetizer-sized portions we had expected. My grilled turkey sandwich arrived with “QM” branded into the viands, and the ginger carrot broth was served in a bone-china cup as dainty as the one I used for tea.
English ivy frames the restaurant’s windows and brace doves coo a expression of good-will as you enter this two-decades-old institution that serves up breakfast, luncheon and traditionary formal tea Wednesday through Sunday.
Bothell
The sunshine through the ivy-bordered window was as warming in the same manner with the heat from the free-standing gas fireplace in the Parlor Room at Elizabeth & Alexander’sitting English Tea Room, on Bothell-Everett Highway, where my friend and I sipped tea as hollow place score provided a backdrop to our conversation in succession a recent midweek morning.
We lingered for two hours surrounded by rustic elegance and savored our Cream Tea ($8.45), featuring two pantry currant-and-lemon scones so light they broke apart as we applied lemon congeal, crowd and whipped cream. Individual tea pots provided more infusion than we could consume. It was an unhurried time at this small English-village-style tearoom, southwest of the Country Village entrance. As the lunch sixty minutes approached, tables filled in its Parlor, Churchill and Alexander rooms.
A comfortable, unrushed atmosphere was what Dean and Sue Hale envisioned when they began the tearoom just over a decade past. “When we went off, we always looked for a nice place with a fireplace and music, and that was hard to find in the daytime,” Sue recalled.
“We wanted this to be a slow-down, take-your-time official station, and always envisioned the English tearoom with its quaintness and homeyness; a place where people gathered and talked,” she said of the family-run business, which was named for one of their daughters and her husband, whose middle names are Elizabeth and Alexander.
Not far, and not abundant
So in that place you have it, imaginary vacationers. I’d downed a pint in a pub, lunched amid faux kingdom and visited a country-village tearoom — traveling fewer than 50 miles and spending well under $100. A rather jolly good show.
Freelance writer Jackie Smith, of Kirkland, is a regular contributor to NWWeekend.