Mary M.
Yelp
What a dump. We read about this tea house years ago, and was reminded of it when visiting the Spanish Steps. Upon sitting down, we were astonished by the astronomical prices; with the exception of one waitress, who alas, was not ours and actually smiled and engaged her patrons, the remainder were dour, pinched face, snooty, and looked like a cross-section of the Wicked Witch of the West and Sister Petranella. Our waitress looked me up and down with a snarl and curled lip, several times. I picked out an herb tea, 11 euros!!!, which was mediocre, at best. My spouse ordered coffee and said it was no better than Starbucks. I picked out a teeny tiny orange cake, 4.50 euro, and it was as dry as the Mojave, tasteless, and it seemed like 2 day old pastry. I'm considered an darn good baker, many of the recipes I use are from Julia Child. The interior was tired and shoddy, everything creaked and wobbled, the table, which old sour puss had to adjust a napkin as a stabilizer, high- tech stuff; the benches were just plain ugly and uncomfortable. There were cheapo prints decorating the interior. The bathroom was missing tiles, smelled, needed cleaning and there was a peep hole in a door going outside the alley, which I covered with paper. The final indignity was when were we getting ready to leave, I placed my purse, sundries, bottled water on the table. Oh, Lordy, Lordy. Sister Petranella moved faster than an armadillo on a pile of ants, loudly chastised me to take the water off the table. With her curled, pursed lip and hairy eyeballs, I thought she was going to take me in the back and give me 12 of the best. Never again.