God save the queen!
So early into my blog and I’m already breaking the rules…
Rule 1: This blog is “Dining Along the Delaware” – Teaberry’s isn’t along the Delaware
Rule 2: This is not a restaurant review site – and I’m about to write a “review.”
Ok, I know that Flemington isn’t “along the Delaware,” in fact, the Delaware is about 10 miles away. But Teaberry’s was such a dining revelation that I felt compelled to write about it while it was fresh in my mind. As for rule #2? If I have a great meal, I’m going to write about it because I want to share my excitement with you so you can try it too. But I am not a food critic. I don’t go incognito and I don’t want to waste time writing about my negative experiences. Go to Yelp if you want to read whiny reviews.
Now that that’s out of the way, let me start by saying that I don’t consider myself a “tea room kind of guy.” Not that I can’t appreciate a good cup of tea, but spending the afternoon sipping tea from fine china isn’t exactly, well, my cup of tea. So when we planned a trip to Flemington to buy some fig trees from “Bill the Fig Guy” and my wife said: “let’s get lunch at Teaberry’s Tea Room beforehand,” I was skeptical, so I checked TripAdvisor to see what people recommend. #1 restaurant in Flemington?! Even better than the exceptional Matt’s Red Rooster? How is this possible?
Then I looked at the lunch menu and was sold…maybe this won’t be so bad, I thought.
As it turned out, our friends, who we were going to buy fig trees with, were friendly with Sara, the daughter of the owner. Now we had to go!