Dolly’s Tea and Gin


Me and Mo were long overdue a proper catch up so last week when Mo suggested heading to Falmouth and to Dolly’s, a tea room by day and a gin palace by night, I knew we’d be in for a treat.

Tucked away up a bright green staircase above the Falmouth Bookseller on Church Street, Dolly’s is an exquisite Georgian tearoom presided over by the most elegant of ladies, Hebe, a Golden Labrador. Friendly but ever so slightly aloof  I suspect her motto may be “never knowingly underdressed”…

Here in Cornwall our Indian summer is definitely over and although dreary and wet that afternoon it was a beautiful autumn day when I wandered around Falmouth earlier in the week. Falmouth not only has the third deepest natural harbour harbour in the world with the prettiest of water views, tons of history (HMS Beagle anchored there after her epic voyage round the world) but also an interesting mix of specialist bookshops, independent shops, art galleries and places to eat and drink.

But back to Dolly’s!  We had so much to catch up on we decided to begin with afternoon tea and work from there. Faced with so much temptation on the afternoon tea menu we struggled to decide and compromised by ordering a feast. Three different rounds of sandwiches, Dolly’s Lavender and Treacle Tart for Mo, Lemon Polenta Cake for me and Earl Grey Teapigs tea for both, all served on pretty, mismatched vintage china.

Tucked away in a cosy corner, we were so busy chatting and enjoying the quirky atmosphere that the next thing we knew it was almost dark and time for Dolly’s transformation into a Gin Palace. Two slightly damp figures appeared in the shape of Mr Me and Mr Mo who helped tidy up the last of the sandwiches before we got down to the serious business of choosing our gin, not the easiest when faced with a choice of over 100 specialist gins not to mention cocktails.

Fortified by a Dorothy Parker for me and a Westwind for Mo with suitably masculine sounding gins for the two Mr men, it was time for some delicious tapas and more gin tasting. Mo went rogue with a vodka cocktail served in a pretty cup and saucer. Hebe toured the room checking all was well and Dolly’s was buzzing but it was home time too soon. Unfortunately not by boat but a mad sprint for the train for me and Mr Me. The Mo’s travelled home in style – front seat on the top deck of the bus…


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