My cutest afternoon tea date (ever) arrived at our Egerton Hotel rendezvous wearing a blue bow tie and his salt & pepper hair suavely combed – just right for a Kensington afternoon tea.
down, this is the cutest afternoon tea I’ve ever done. Ever. And I
shan’t be apologising for the litany of puns about to litter this post.
As my date for the day is still rather young, he also brought his gorgeous Momma (one of our Aqua Kyoto bottomless brunch blog addicts – if you haven’t been, you need to get there soon), and the utterly delicious Momma-to-be MontgomeryFest overlord for an afternoon of squealing, pinky raising, scone banter and a cheeky glass of champagne.
This is how expats do (not quite) Mothers Day in case you ever wondered.
Well, some of them.
My love for animals is fairly well documented, so when I discovered
that a beautiful hotel in a gorgeous part of London had a doggy
afternoon tea, all I had to do was entice a few of my favorite people to accompany me and lure our fetching date out with the promise of woofles. I mean scones.
Met with the wagging tail of Olly (our two-year old collie cross, bow-tie clad date rescued from Battersea Dog and Cats home) closely followed by Christina and Annie, we were seated in the bar of the 5-star luxury boutique Egerton Hotel, our table ready for an onslaught of expats. My voice was a little bit Husky with a cold, but feeling Ruff was worth the visit. Boom tch!
It was paw-fection.
It wouldn’t be a London building without a dash of ridiculously amazing history. No. 17 and No. 19 Egerton Terrace now stand on what was part of an
84-acre parcel of land left in trust in 1627 by Henry Smith, Alderman of
the City of London, ‘for the relief and ransom of poor captives being
slaves under Turkish pirates’. Of course it was.
Having passed through a few hands, it’s now a 28-room oasis of opulence in the heart of Kensington. Pups and their owners gather here both on the weekend (and to stay obviously) to while away a few hours of indulgence. After ordering our tea and clinking our glasses, out came our stands, one for the ladies and one for our gentlepup.
And out came the squealing photographs.
He was so, so patient with us. As were the lovely staff who fussed over Olly almost as much as we did – and in true luxury hotel style kept chatting to him by name all afternoon.
His 3 tiered stand consisted of chicken and beef meatloaf (savouries), homemade doggie biscuits (the scone course) and a tub of special doggie ice cream (the sweet). Forget cute kids, this scene made me get all broody for putting together a menagerie (though I’m not sure what the cat would have to say on that subject – perhaps ‘you have got to be kitten me?’. I’m not even going to apologise for that pun.)
For the humans, we enjoyed selection of mouth-watering sandwiches (all of the traditional fare – cucumber and cream cheese, coronation chicken, a salmon on walnut bread and egg with a flaked almond crumb), freshly baked scones with
Devonshire clotted cream and choice of preserves, toffee caramel cupcakes,
chocolate orange brownie slivers, lemon and poppy seed gateaux, blackberry
stuffed macaron, apple and blackberry crumble with a delectable coffee undertone and spiced pumpkin and plum tart.
All homemade, served with endless lashing of individually potted tea and the cutest of fellow diners.
Just. Look. At. These. Cuties. (Above and below.)
However, I did have one moment of terrifying indecision that I’ve never had to face in my *too long to admit* time period of afternoon tea addiction – there are two schools of thought on the Jam/Cream or Cream/Jam debate, but what do you do when the cream is served with irresistable slices of fresh strawberry?
My photos aren’t the best as I was too busy trying to steal Olly cuddles, but I feel that the sacrifice was worth it a hundred times over. We had a howling good time being whined and dined.
It fact, the afternoon tea at the Egerton Hotel was doggone delicious.