Once upon a time, Bestie and I hardly had to make any effort to catch up. Now, with kids, husbands and a North/South London divide, we miss out on our regular life downloads. So when I was offered an afternoon tea at The Athenaeum Hotel, 116 Piccadilly, I knew who I might be able to tempt out of her corporate world.
With heavy rain on a grey Monday, the excitement of sipping a glass of Rose Petal Champagne while nibbling on traditionally English cucumber and cream cheese, egg mayonnaise and smoked salmon finger sandwiches was enough of a treat. But the setting, so calm and sumptuous, together with the thrill of choosing our teas were tipping us right over the edge.
Green tea for me and a smokey Lapsang for her. Freshly baked scones and toasted crumpets followed. I promised I wouldn’t mention that Bestie couldn’t keep her hands off the homemade jam and Devonshire clotted cream. And then the cake trolley….
Unfortunately our delightful scoffing hindered our catch up. We merely scratched the surface of work, my godson and a recent back operation. But, of course, the lavish, sophisticated tea more than made up for it.