Tea with Tumnus @ The Infusion Cafe

Tea with Tumnus @ The Infusion Cafe

1012 Arendell Street, Morehead City, NC 28557, United States | (252) 240-2800

February 2, 2019 | 11:00 am-1:00 pm

February 2, 2019 | 2:30 pm-4:30 pm

The Infusion Cafe invites you to step with us through the wardrobe… journey to the lamppost…and continue on to the warm and cozy home of a faun- for tea with the very faun from the pages of Lewis’ Narnia epic… non other than Mr. Tumnus himself! This tea-time tale will hold you spell bound, a story-telling with all the magic and wonder The Infusion Cafe is known for. Enjoy three courses of legendary formal tea fare; tea-time food art created by our kitchen artists to capture and pay tribute in food to this legendary moment in Narnian history. This formal tea menu will be filled with whimsy and wonder, served with two courses of themed tea, presented by costumed characters as the story comes to life around you.

Tickets Required. Seating is limited.
Call 252-240-2800 for event information & to guarantee your seats.

Starring Kurt Petersen as Mr. Tumnus
and Emily Willis as Lucy

“Looking into the inside, she saw several coats hanging up – mostly long fur coats. There was nothing Lucy liked so much as the smell and feel of fur. She immediately stepped into the wardrobe and got in among the coats and rubbed her face against them, leaving the door open, of course, because she knew that it is very foolish to shut oneself into any wardrobe. Soon she went further in and found that there was a second row of coats hanging up behind the first one. It was almost quite dark in there and she kept her arms stretched out in front of her so as not to bump her face into the back of the wardrobe. She took a step further in – then two or three steps always expecting to feel woodwork against the tips of her fingers. But she could not feel it.

“This must be a simply enormous wardrobe!” thought Lucy, going still further in and pushing the soft folds of the coats aside to make room for her. Then she noticed that there was something crunching under her feet. “I wonder is that more mothballs?” she thought, stooping down to feel it with her hand. But instead of feeling the hard, smooth wood of the floor of the wardrobe, she felt something soft and powdery and extremely cold. “This is very queer,” she said, and went on a step or two further.”