|Sniffing was encouraged|
Afternoon tea isn't rushed. It should be savored with companions who are willing to silence their cellphones and who don't mind practicing the dying art of conversation.
Tea at the Moana is not conducive to haste. First the waiter served the soup of the day---it was pumpkin bisque---and asked us for our tea selection.
For a couple of hours, sitting in the shade of the veranda a few feet from the historic banyan, the white sands, and the breaking waves, one can imagine oneself to be a turn of the century gentleman, partaking of a little reminder of the England he left behind.
|Leave low-carb diets at the door.|