I love quaint tea houses. They make me feel very sophisticated and English. This weekend I took my mother-in-law out for a birthday tea lunch. This particular tea house is especially charming because it sits in a one hundred year old building. If the walls could speak, I bet they would have a few interesting stories to tell. We enjoyed our own pots of tea, the frilly decor and delicious tea sandwiches. For a couple hours, I was transported back to a time my grandmother raved about. And now I realize why she enjoyed her era so much.