CHANTILLY TEA ROOM - TUCSON, AZ

I had forgotten that one goes to this tea room for the atmosphere, for the beauty of the surroundings, for all the smells from the different teas, for the gardens and ponds and waterfalls and flowers and frill and ribbons and pastels and scalloped edges, for the Southern Belle gentility and quietness and the sedate whispers.    
 One does NOT go here for good food. Maybe its just as well that the servings are teeny-tiny dollhouse sized.

Chris and I split two breakfasts; each was $10. There was peaches and cream french toast which was beyond sweet and drenched in a lip-smacking carbo-high caramel sauce. That came with a fruit cup. Then there was a potato and mushroom casserole that was about as big as half of a Milky Way candy bar. This was bland. The 'casserole' came with a fruit cup and a chocolate hazelnut cream scone. the scone was a 2-biter and was accompanied by a soft mushy mound of apple-pecan-yoghurt butter.

Nothing in this place is just plain; everything is gussied up with sweet. They don't even have plain sourdough bread; the bread of the day was something like cashew-turtle-white chocolate. All the food is served on small plates and you eat with dessert forks and butter knifes.

After about 20 minutes here, i had the return of an urge i remember from when i ate here during Tucson #1. I get an impulse to expose myself, shout obscenities and start a food fight.