Post by nottakenaway on Mar 8, 2014 19:18:54 GMT
High society and low society; middle society longs to be part of the upper ranks, and dread falling to the lower throng of less fortunate ponies. In Manehattan, the classes segregated themselves, as poor ponies and rich ponies rarely had something in common to discuss, or at least so they assumed. In this place of extremes, if a pony chose not to cater to either one of the classes in particular, their business would do poorly; if one did not have enough money, how could they buy expensive things? If one had more than enough money, why buy something of inferior value? But in this city, Teaflower was not stupid, and she did desire to cater to the upper class as her family did, but her compassion towards all ponies gave her a desire to also serve the lower class ponies. She was naive; she chose to overlook this rather blatant fact and instead decided to appeal to middle class with cheap product of good quality; tea. The front of the cafe was decorated with a dark gold stained glass windowfront, with the image of a steaming cup of tea tipped diagonally depicted. It was just clear enough at the bottom of the window to see various kinds of potted tea plants growing indoors on a windowsill. The walls were common white stucco, and the white door with decorative indents also had a small dark orange, stained glass window near its top, and a slightly stained brass doorknob.
Inside, the cafe is furnished with round, dark wooden tables connected to the floor with a single leg, and rickety looking chairs of white oak stained dark, that have a rounded back and seat both made of webbing, and four pointy legs softened at the feet with cloth. In the back was a counter curving away from the back wall, where a small kitchen consists of two stovetops separated and bookended by cedar countertops. Of course there is all of the proper cookery; at least four tea kettles, strainers, and a cutting board and small set of knives, not to mention the two parallel cedar shelves above on the wall, which hold countless jars, cardboard boxes, and metallic boxes all full of tea. The independent counter on the inside has cupboards holding any and all dishes and chinaware a pony could want, and had a few drawers dedicated to utensils and whatever kitchen supplies were not used regularly in the shop. The top included a cash register, a quarter-dome display of shelved tea-leaves, and a large bowl full of fruit. There was a picture of a vase of roses hung on the dark-paneled wood walls, and candles of different pastel colors centerpieced each table. From the beige-painted ceiling hung rounded lamps all over the cafe that were colored of soft, orange glass. The floor one trod on was unblemished white oak. In the right-back of the shop, sectioned off by an indoor-glass fence and gate, are two different staircases, one leading up to Teaflower's special tea-making room and the other leading down to her cozy living space, both of which are unimportant to describe at the moment.
A pony with teal fur and a curly red and green mane and tail is busily humming while brewing a pot of her favorite tea. Business is slow; because of the elegant design, the unlucky of Manehattan assume that the place is expensive and fancy, whereas the upper class know better and think of it as a rare place. Rarely does Teaflower get customers, as it is her second week and she has served only ten ponies. She hopes that she will gain loyal regulars, as the place is one that she has tried to make as charming and welcoming as possible. In the meantime, she will try her best to serve everyone.
Inside, the cafe is furnished with round, dark wooden tables connected to the floor with a single leg, and rickety looking chairs of white oak stained dark, that have a rounded back and seat both made of webbing, and four pointy legs softened at the feet with cloth. In the back was a counter curving away from the back wall, where a small kitchen consists of two stovetops separated and bookended by cedar countertops. Of course there is all of the proper cookery; at least four tea kettles, strainers, and a cutting board and small set of knives, not to mention the two parallel cedar shelves above on the wall, which hold countless jars, cardboard boxes, and metallic boxes all full of tea. The independent counter on the inside has cupboards holding any and all dishes and chinaware a pony could want, and had a few drawers dedicated to utensils and whatever kitchen supplies were not used regularly in the shop. The top included a cash register, a quarter-dome display of shelved tea-leaves, and a large bowl full of fruit. There was a picture of a vase of roses hung on the dark-paneled wood walls, and candles of different pastel colors centerpieced each table. From the beige-painted ceiling hung rounded lamps all over the cafe that were colored of soft, orange glass. The floor one trod on was unblemished white oak. In the right-back of the shop, sectioned off by an indoor-glass fence and gate, are two different staircases, one leading up to Teaflower's special tea-making room and the other leading down to her cozy living space, both of which are unimportant to describe at the moment.
A pony with teal fur and a curly red and green mane and tail is busily humming while brewing a pot of her favorite tea. Business is slow; because of the elegant design, the unlucky of Manehattan assume that the place is expensive and fancy, whereas the upper class know better and think of it as a rare place. Rarely does Teaflower get customers, as it is her second week and she has served only ten ponies. She hopes that she will gain loyal regulars, as the place is one that she has tried to make as charming and welcoming as possible. In the meantime, she will try her best to serve everyone.