prince george turned one last week. which conveniently coincided with my rendez-vous at le cardinal with r, my british import friend (who comes complete with the accent and the devotion to bbc4 documentaries). le cardinal, although atearoom at first glance, seduces with its aristocratic flavor reminiscent of a gentlemen’s club. with fox hunting journeys gracing the paintings on the walls and deep velvet couches scattered across the floor, the establishment invites its guests to spend long afternoons of escaping in the company of sir walter raleigh. longing for something quintessentially english, r opened the menu and immediately pointed to the cucumber sandwich. laugh all you want, the snack was quite a delight. well peppered and layered with a generous portion of cream cheese, it was but the opposite of bland. as for myself, i opted for the blueberry scone. a proud student of the school of fluffy moist dough, i was a bit disappointed by the rather cak-ey texture of the treat. but he