28 Mar

The very word conjures up the phrase “quintessentially English” for most of us.  All maiden aunts and old money ensconced in over-stuffed Liberty print.  But Claridges is actually style, elegance, comfort and taste sitting proud and beautiful in classy Mayfair.

The art deco interior is exquisitely preserved and finished with black and white photographs of the building’s famous and infamous clientele over the decades.  Enjoying Afternoon Tea in the Foyer served on the signature crockery is the perfect way to spend a Sunday,  being perfectly attended to by polite, liveried waiters, and charmed by the pianist and her muse treating us to a brilliant Bowie playlist.

From the long tea menu I chose a Darjeeling from a plantation that boasts two resident Bengal tigers. Served black it tasted like Champagne.  A compliment to my glass of ice cold Laurent Perrier.  To eat we started with delicate finger sandwiches made with traditional soft white bread, from a time when white bread was a culinary sensation.  Scones, clotted cream and ‘gelee’ followed and then sweet, sweet pastries hand made daily by the master chefs.   Those we couldn’t finish we carried off in the world’s chicest doggie bags. (Take that, Sketch!)

The whole experience really is a timeless institution.  A rare combination of refined consumption in calm, elegant surroundings.



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