Ever since I learned last month that the Rosie the Riveter Trust was putting on an afternoon tea in the garden of the Maritime Childhood Development Center in Richmond, I was jazzed! Several years back, I was a volunteer at the Rosie the Riveter/WWII Home Front National Historical Park so the opportunity to help the Trust help the NHP while doing one of my favorite things–enjoying afternoon tea–sounded fabulous!
My best tea pal and I took off from my San Jose home in the early afternoon today, headed to the closest BART station in my car. After a full length ride of BART’s orange line, we then walked about 3/4 of a mile in Richmond to reach our destination. The weather was about 15 degrees cooler in Richmond than it had been in San Jose, so we were pretty pleased with our plan for the afternoon. But my high expectations were dashed almost immediately after our arrival!!!
First off, this event bore no resemblance to an afternoon tea!
Afternoon Tea is a meal composed of sandwiches (usually cut delicately into ‘fingers’), scones with clotted cream and jam, sweet pastries and cakes. Interestingly, scones were not a common feature of early Afternoon Tea and were only introduced in the twentieth century.
https://afternoontea.co.uk/information/what-is-afternoon-tea/
This tea, served buffet style, consisted of various fresh fruits–strawberries, grapes, etc., packaged cookies from a grocery, salted cashews, shelled pistachios, and Lipton’s tea! No sandwiches, no savories, no scones, no soup, no salad! It was basically a dessert tea on the cheap! We paid $50 each for this?!?
Secondly, the organizers rented pop-up pavilions to provide shade at each table. But the tables were set up on the concrete patio instead of the lawn, which meant they were not staked or tied down in any fashion. And Richmond was pretty windy today–it often is! While I was filling my plate with cashews and fruit, the pop-up nearest me literally blew off sideways! I was nearly hit by it! I was disgusted beyond belief at this point and immediately removed myself to a picnic table a fair distance away from the tea tables so that I could consume the minimalist fare without any danger of dying from being hit by a wind-blown pavilion! See the woman in the red jacket and the woman in the gray jacket in the left half of the snapshot below? Those two are literally holding down pavilion poles to try to stop any more pavilions from becoming airborne while other organizers are off looking for heavy objects to try to weigh down the pavilion legs.Soon after my friend joined me at the picnic table, I noted that like me, she had selected a Russian Tea Cake for her plate. I warned her that it was awful. Did she have any confidence in my cookie critiquing skills? Nooooooooo! She had to immediately take a big bite! After two chomps, she literally made a face and REMOVED the cookie from her mouth! As she ruefully pointed out, that Russian Tea Cake was the only homemade (or maybe bakery made) cookie on the buffet table!
While we were laughing uproariously on our walk/BART/drive back home to San Jose, we both agreed that today’s tea was The. Worst. Tea. Ever.
| Ambiance | ★ |
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| Service | ★ |
| Food Quality | ★ |
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| Tea Quality | ★ |
| Value for Money | ★ |
| Overall | ★ |












