As a Brit, we love our teas. Yes, as a nation we drink tea for any occasion; whether you’re celebrating your 60th anniversary, breaking up with a loved one, popping over to see a friend for a catch up, or returning home after a long day at work. It is clear that we Brits love our cuppa’s!
For all those who don’t know what a “Cuppa” is, its just a strong tea. Well, strong or not, it doesn’t really matter, we all have our preferences in choice when it comes to tea, and can become quite offended and upset if not done to a perfect T. Pardon the pun.
So, what better way to spend an Saturday afternoon after a long stroll in Hyde Park then to pop over to Claridges in the most exclusive neighbourhood of Mayfair for some tea and off course something light to snack.
The great architecture of the building immediately just welcomes you in from afar. As you walk through the front doors. You are greeted by the doorman who are always suited and booted. In some ways, you’d expect the 150 year old traditional hotel to have doorman in that style, just fits perfectly well in with the elegance and the history of the establishment.
As we get seated, our lovely waiter introduces herself to us and we spark a little conversation about our day in Hyde Park.
Decisions, decisions, decisions. What do we order? As we were both quite peckish, we opted for the selection of sandwiches, tea and a coffee later accompanied with our favourite selection of cakes.
As we sat and ate our way through our food and drinks, one couldn’t stop and notice the aura about the place. It was as if we were in a time capsule watching the latest blockbuster re-make of a 1960s movie in HD. Slightly reminded me of ‘Breakfast at Tiffanys’. The old heritage of the great British empire was right before our eyes in 2016. The atmosphere was just too quite for our liking, you could hear each tea spoon swirl around each cup, before being placed onto the saucer. And off course, despite being a busy Saturday afternoon it felt as if there was an awkward silence all the time. Over the years, the crowd that walk-in through those doors have taken a slight difference in appearance from what it used to be. The old school money, was now the new young iphone generation.
Claridges, isn’t just a place for a cup of the finest tea in town, but more so to sit and soak in the luxurious ambience as well as the history. Who knew they had the oldest elevator in London!