Elegant cakes, buttery scones, petite sandwiches filled with a myriad of goodness from smoked salmon to ice cream, exotic teas in beautiful serveware and silver with enough shine to do your make-up, yes this is the high tea heaven for any little girl who’s ever had her girlfriends over for a tea party and given them pretend princess roles in her make-belief royal family, not that I was that girl.
When one of my favorite Londoner David Britland invited us to have high tea at Fortnum & Mason, I came with a proper crown full of expectations, after all, David knows almost everything about everything, and if he gave this place the clout of being the Queen’s grocer, it was ripe to impress. Impressed became an understatement as I climbed the gilded spiral staircase up 3 floors to the incredibly gorgeous tea salon, golden specks reflected from the china to the moldings, I was impressed before the food.
The food was wonderful, but the whole experience is what ranks Fortnum and Mason unrivaled. Not just a tea salon, it is a grand department store with five floors of anything from rare cheeses, teas, to exotic perfumes, elegant homeware to expensive jewelry. With so much scrumptious eye-candy, it is where foodies go to commit their favorite sins, myself included.
I was sad that the TSA limits wouldn’t have allowed me to transport back the three-tier wedding cake with the silhouette cut-outs theme, but numbed my pain with the ten pounds of elderflower green tea that I will be sipping from now until the end of perpetuity.