I had my first experience with a full-blown “afternoon tea” on Saturday. Londonista -who wishes she were always here but was, in fact, only here for a week- and I both love tea. We’ve been drinking tea together, both real and imaginary, since we met when Londonista was three. We also both love food, so a “real” afternoon tea was the perfect friend date. In fact, as soon as I found out Londonista was coming to town, I started investigating venues:
- The Ritz: booked (too bad, we were hoping to fashion-stalk Kate)
- Claridges: booked (and also a little too OTT for a “girls’ tea out”)
“Ask where they got it from”
And then the food arrived, stunning us into silence. It was a clouds-parting, harp-playing angels kind of moment. A man across the room barely contained his laughter when our faces lit up at the sight of two tea pots, three tiers of food, a tray of cold desserts, and the crowning glory, the cookie plate.
It was elegant. We were, well, not.
It started out well. We sipped our tea and took dainty bites of our delicious sandwiches (prawn lemon on pesto bread, smoked salmon on tomato bread, cucumber, and ham and mustard). The waiter looked amused as he cleared our plate.
We moved on to the tarts (lemon and strawberry), and then Toblerone mousse and raspberry and pistachio cake and another pot of tea. The waiter’s amusement changed to morbid fascination (how much can these two eat??)
One scone (could we have some more cream please?) and then another… and then…. We were full. SO. FULL. While we had been sure we were barely going to leave even crumbs behind, we ended up asking for all of the cookies to be boxed up, much to the waiter’s relief. (I’m fairly certain the staff had never before seen two girls eat an entire afternoon tea.) We were there for our full time-slot (teas are booked in two-hour shifts) and then some.
|Tall Girl and Londonista at the Howard|