Honestly, do I even need to explain this one? It’s the king of afternoon tea. Walking in feels like stepping into a wedding cake made of gold leaf and velvet.
Your pinky will be aching to stick out. The sandwiches are perfectly crustless, the scones are warm, and the tea list is longer than a Dickens novel. Just be prepared to dress up. No trainers, love. This is London, not a gym.
Is it a cliché? Sure. Is it worth every penny? Absolutely. Book it six months in advance or weep into your Earl Grey.
