Tête à Tête

Imagine, it was a gray, chilly and drizzly day in May… in London…
I landed at Hethrow after the all nighter from JFK, checked into my hotel and then ventured out into the city for a bit of New York style leg stretching. I decided to try Paddington on for size and after a couple of hours of wandering up and down the streets, I thought it was time to have a nibble and warm up with some tea (big shocker).
Not knowing where to go, I trusted my internal hunter/​gatherer to find the right spot. After a few more blocks, and a little game of randomness I play with myself sometimes called «right, left, right», I stumbled upon Tête à Tête (English translation: Head to Head). From the outside it looked like a sweet little spot, as evidence of all of the photos I took to remember the excursion, and while it was a little run down inside, I just thought that they were going with a theme of «London Shabby Chic». So, although it seemed odd to me that a French Café with a name which has very little to do with tea and scones would be in the middle of Paddington, it was cute, and there were people inside who looked as if they were enjoying themselves, so I threw all caution to the wind and stepped in for a trial run.
Note to self — if the name suggests it should be a hair salon, don’t go for the food. For London, I guess it was fine, but for my palate, I was not impressed. The saddest part of it all, is that the dollar was so weak that I spent more money on this «Meh» experience than I would have for a great experience in NYC.
The service was pretty poor, the food was not fresh and the tea was Twinings! Yikes! The potty was quite pretty though. So I guess if you find yourself in Paddington in need of a place to powder your nose, Tete a Tete isn’t a bad choice.
Good news, I don’t have to go back… bad news, I went in the first place.
Such is life!
S~