I love the water, I love the sea and I love boats; but unfortunately boats don’t love me.
The first time I was struck down with seasickness I was 10 years old and the yacht we were about to holiday on was still on its trailer in the boat ramp car park. That’s the type of relationship I have with boats.
Yet I still agreed to attend my friend’s suave hens’ day on the Queenscliff to Sorrento Ferry. The promise of high tea on the high seas made me temporarily forget my affliction. I love mini food too you see.
In normal circumstances I’ll turn my nose up at a lacklustre cucumber sandwich. However cut off the crusts and portion it into dainty fingers and I’ll coo over it like it’s a newborn.
And coo I did. The high tea was served in the Portsea Lounge, a private window lined room at the front of the ferry. Each table was set with two double-tiered platters, savouries at the bottom and sweets at the top. In between was a plate brimming with scones accompanied, of course, by jam and cream.
There were quite a few people at my table that I didn’t know so I couldn’t exactly dive in and starting nommming away. I had to take a deep breath, survey the landscape, and choose carefully while still ensuring that I got a taste of everything. In short I had to eat everything without appearing to eat everything.
For this I would need a plan of attack.
First the seafood, oft the most popular, I figured that this would go first. So I started with the toast topped with avocado, prawn and sweet chilli sauce.
Then I moved to the finger sandwiches. When the waitress described the menu I was sure she said rare roast beef, but I’m certain it was ham between that rye bread with seeded mustard and tomato. But hey they had cut the crusts off and sliced it into dainty fingers so I was happy.
Then I went for the spinach quiche.
Then a cucumber finger sandwich, which included some sort of rich and creamy sauce just to guarantee that it wasn’t too healthy.
Then I went back to the spinach quiche. My plan was starting to fall apart.
I’m a sucker for savouries so I went back for a few more items from the lower plater before heading into the sweets.
But I was filling up and the rocking of the ferry was starting to get to me.
The shot glasses filled with a citrus mousse bordered on sickly sweet but proved popular with the sweet-toothed hens on the table.
My pick from the upper tier however was the rather inventive blueberry and sesame lamington. When I have described this to people they have not exactly salivated at the thought and even the picture does not it justice. You’ll just have to trust me; it worked.
By this stage the rocking, particularly when passing The Heads for the second time, was becoming a little too much for me. I never got to try the profiteroles filled with creamy caramel or the macaroons.
I must admit that I am rather disappointed in myself. I didn’t even manage to squeeze in a scone.
The next high teas leaving from Queenscliff will be on the 28th of Oct and the 25thof November on the 11am, 1pm and 3pm sailings.