The desire to bring my mom here is damn near overwhelming. Victorian antiques, kitschy decorations, and brocade wallpaper - and did i mention fantastic scones with Devonshire cream? I'm not even a girly girl (look for me slurping Irish breakfast tea in a Dramarama t-shirt), but I just can't help feeling frilly and feminine in this place. Spot on, my good man (translation: 'aw, hell yeah', for those less pasty).