A trip to afternoon tea at The Georgian, last-minute brunch ideas, and shopping spots for special Mom treats.

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Mom loves you no matter what, right? If you’re lucky enough to have a mother who is still extant and with whom you get along, she’s not technically allowed to get mad at you for failure to make reservations to celebrate her this Sunday. You didn’t forget, did you?! Everyone and their mother will be out to brunch, officially appreciating each other with glasses of sparkling wine, for it is, yes, Mother’s Day. (If Mom is lost to you, sincerest, deepest condolences. You are well within your rights to proceed directly to the sparkling wine. Treat yourself.)

There’s a lot of pressure here. It’s like the New Year’s Eve of Mom — you’ve got to go to one of the best places, and special menus are rampant, with “special” generally meaning more expensive. (If Mom lives far away, all you have to do is send a card and/or flowers, then call. At least just call! Call your mom! Then don’t forget that everywhere’s going to be extremely crowded for brunch on Sunday.)

By now, many places will be full up, but you could hurry and try; the most interesting choices that I’ve seen are Bramling Cross, Eden Hill, Local 360, Naka and Tilth. All the usual waterfront suspects are also doing Mom-brunch, including Elliott’s, Ponti, Ray’s and Six Seven. And if you both love to cook, chef Sara La Fountain’s class at Hot Stove Society as part of the Nordic Culinary Conference sounds swell.

The Ultimate Championship Seattle Mother’s Day is, arguably, high tea at the Georgian at the Fairmont Olympic Hotel. At the beginning of this year — after decades and decades — the Georgian discontinued dinner service, due to the city’s “changing demographic.” Many people were very unhappy at this development, but if you’re intent on basking in the Georgian’s buttercream-walled glow, hey, there’s still lunch and tea. If you didn’t already think of this for a Mother’s Day option, however, it’s too late to book a table now. Should you be sad about that? We went to find out.

Fun fact: The scruffy, profane punk band the Ramones played the elegant, palatial Georgian on a Sunday in 1977. This appears to have been an accident, as “whoever booked them … most likely knew little about them” (according to the hotel’s self-published history, “The Olympic”). Less fun fact: A friend of mine reports that he booked a Mother’s Day reservation via OpenTable months ago, then recently received a phone call to confirm — and to let him know that the price was being raised $26 per person for the occasion. He canceled.

A recent visit to the Georgian for high tea found the crystal chandeliers as sparkling as ever, the potted palms and Palladian windows doing their best to uphold the pomp, the ceiling still a mile high. But no one offered to take our coats; we shrugged out of them, unassisted amidst the grandeur, and sadly hung them on the backs of our chairs. The piped-in music was anti-Ramones and then some, tinkling inanely. The carpeting and upholstery probably aren’t from the 1982 remodel, yet they have an unmistakably dated, institutional quality about them; the service, while genial, felt the same. Inquiries about the 10 different kinds of tea met with the kindest, vaguest responses — the house 1907 Blend was described as “Not too weak, not too strong” (just right, apparently, for Goldilocks).

We loved the impossibly shiny flatware, the classic china and the adorable three-tiered tea tray. Cherry-studded scones were lovely: light and anti-dry, especially when loaded with lots of airy Devonshire honey cream. But cold, plain mixed berries, served up in a cocktail glass, tasted like the refrigerated truck from California. The tea sandwiches were also overchilled, and tended to squish and shatter in ways that made for indelicate ingestion. The sweets were of the anti-subtle, tooth-aching variety.

We might have ordered another glass of prosecco (tea is a startling $49 with, $39 without), but no one bothered to ask for a very long time.

“My mother would hate this,” my friend whispered.

My mom was too busy to go to tea with me; I’ll see her on Sunday, though. We haven’t made any concrete plans yet, as she is blessedly tolerant of throwing something together at the last minute, which will probably involve my brother, his new progeny, wine and sitting outside, if the weather is fine. If you’re like me, picnic provisions could be gathered at places like DeLaurenti, The London Plane, The Calf & Kid (newly relocated inside Culture Club Cheese Bar), Big John’s PFI, The Spanish Table and/or Paris Grocery. (Hi, Mom! What do you want to do on Sunday? I love you.)