Tea At the Ritz Part Two.
I know people who have lived in London all their lives, and have never had tea at the Ritz. Me, I’ve been here for just over half a year and I’ve been twice. At this rate I’ll be spending £140 per annum on clotted cream and muffins.
As with anything, the second time around isn’t half as exciting as the first. We were a bigger group, rather than the intimate gathering of myself and Mrs Bishop the last time, which meant that we got a bit more service – and the ladies I was with LOVE their refills – but a lot less attention. The ladies I was with were Kiwis, and desperate to get their money’s worth from the occasion, switching types of tea at every opportunity and eating more than I thought was possible of scones and cream cakes.It was still a glory and great fun to behold, but I think I might leave it a little while before the next trip. I spent more time trying to take good photos of the tea pots than paying attention to the murmur and pomp around me. One becomes too blasé too easily, doesn’t one.