Let me tell you a little bit about the story behind how this afternoon tea came to be.
Before I go on, let me set the scene a bit. The Ritz is beautiful. Afternoon tea is held in the world famous Palm Court, all gilded mirrors topped off by the golden nymphs frolicking in the central fountain to the accompaniment of the live piano. Men must wear a jacket and a tie and women the equivalent and the waiters are all dressed impeccably in red waistcoats and tails. And long gone are the days when guests would arrive in their horse drawn carriages, now your reservation is checked on an iPad and you are showed to your table. Few things are more decadent than settling down at 1130am to a meal dedicated to indulgence. It should be all about lip-smacking sweetness, crustless sandwiches, freshly-baked, crumbling scones, and, of course, a good cup of tea.
The sandwiches – lovely and soft with traditional fillings – excellently attentive staff: topping up our crustless sandwiches. Followed by warm, crumbly scones and a variety of cakes. We opted for the pistachio cake and trifle.
This was followed by the most exciting and life changing event ever – my proposal. Everyone simultaneously gasped as my beau got down onto one knee. I was speechless, cried and eventually said yes. Sipping on the finest champagne, we revelled in the moment while everyone clapped.
You only have two hours to tuck into as many scones and sandwiches as you can. Plenty of time to gorge yourself on sweet treats and I would recommend to everyone.