A tiny tea room transporting customers to another era

hillman5The last couple of weeks have been pretty hectic at work, so we decided to treat ourselves to afternoon tea at Hillman’s Tea Room on Wood Street – the perfect place to spend a Saturday afternoon.

The tea room is housed in the Georgian Village, a small collection of shops and pop up market stalls at 100 Wood Street. I would describe the Georgian Village as a 1970’s re-imagining of the Shambles in York, a narrow alley way lined with doors that open up into even narrower shops.

The outside of the tea room, and its ordinary wooden door give no indication of the splendour that is found within.

The shop is divided in to two rooms, and is real feast for the eyes. Tables draped in embroidered table cloths and set with the finest bone china. Chandeliers hang from the ceiling, shelves groan under the weight of giant china tea pots, and a small black and white TV silently plays old movies in the back room.

If you had to draw a picture of what a tea room should look like, it would look like Hillman’s.

It evoked memories of being in Scarborough, visiting tea rooms with my gran that had been lovingly cared for by the same owner for years.

Jason, the owner, seems to fit the tea room – he is immaculately turned out with polished shoes and equally polished manners.

We took our seats, picked our loose leaf tea and watched as Jason and his assistant, Alice, set to work creating our afternoon tea – loading a tiered cake stand with sandwiches lining the bottom, a collection of cakes on the middle tier and scones sat on the top.

All three of us struggled to resist the urge to drool as we watched the cake stand fill up. Actually I don’t think the dog resisted the urge at all, he sat rooted to the spot watching every move, willing a cake to fall to the floor. Before long a serving trolley was bought over and the cake stand and teapots placed on top, it was truly a site to behold.

The afternoon tea costs £16.00 per person, and is worth every single penny. The sandwiches included cucumber, egg and cress and smoked salmon and we started with those first.

We then worked our way through the cakes, filling our plates with slices of battenberg, chocolate cake and raspberry tart. Sipping tea from the small china cups as we ate, we finished with the scones, the cream and jam served in two small china cups.

The music of times gone by filled the tea room, the voice of Vera Lyn singing about the white cliffs of Dover, and a gentle version of roll out the barrel were amongst the songs we heard whilst enjoying our food.

Jason topped up our tea pots with hot water, and we lost our selves in the atmosphere of the tea room. Hillman’s is almost magical, a tiny two room shop full of china and china cabinets that transports customers to another era. It’s lovely, that’s the word I would use to describe it, simply lovely.

By Bill Foster