Belly-busting afternoon tea Part 2? But, of course.
After doing my habitual nodding and smiling during topics of conversation that tend to seem alien to me, I decided to look up what Harrods was. Yes, I really didn't know what Harrods was. Apparently according to a friend, Winnie the Pooh was created as a mascot for the owner of Harrod's for his son, Christopher Robin. (Yes, he's actually real--the human boy, that is).
Anyways, after droning out to rave reviews of the oh-so esteemed Harrods, I knew I had to finally traverse to the palace-like department store a la tube...for some reason, I prefer the smelly, rat-infested, graffitti-stained subways in NYC. After quickly skimming around the Victoria Albert museum and automatically being magnetized towards the Wedding Dress exhibit, I met up with my fellow amiga and amigo, Anna and
If you guys don't know Harrods like me, no worries. I'll pretty much sum it up for you. It's like a tremendously titanic department store that has an eccentric Egyptian-themed area on one side and boasts rows and rows of luxury brands. Oh, and there's a Disney-themed cafe for tots on the same floor as the Georgian restaurant for afternoon tea. We happened to go through the designer selection for kids and I think I just touched my college tuition in the shape of a Dolce & Gabanna floral embroidered dress for 3-5 year olds. *cue the dramatic fainting*
To progressively build our appetite, we made a conscious effort to explore the eponymous food court that went on for miles. Right as we entered, Anna & I drooled over the aisles of Easter egg pastel and red velvet-sprinkled cupcakes and habitually whipped out our cameras. Don't even get me started on the pistachio cronut samples. I was tempted to change up my disguise to take every sample left like they do in Nickelodeon TV shows. Once we hit the grocery area and walked towards the lingering scent of chocolate wafting through the air, we hit the jackpot. Literally. There was an entire booth covered with overflowing chocolate gold coins the size of my head! Not to mention the miniature treasure chests, safe banks (filled with chocolate since it's equivalent to cash, in my eyes), and an Olympic-sized chocolate gold metal. If I were to win the Chocolate Olympics, I'd probably win the gold for being a female version of Michael Phelps in the chocolate river of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. #justkellythoughts
As for my quintessential afternoon tea experience as a predetermined "food blogger" to excuse my essential photo snapping prior to stuffing my face with finger sandwiches, I knew I had to voluntarily restrain myself from converting the £43 to $'s. (WARNING: PLEASE do not tell me in the comments below or I think I'll shrivel up and sustain myself off free curry from the Hare Krishnas for the rest of my life---pfft..like that's not already happening). As for black teas, I highly recommend Harrods Bari Imperial with a cube of brown sugar and splash of milk. Anna got the English Breakfast--a go-to classic you can't go wrong with and Jeremy got the famous No.18 Georgian blend.
What were my favorite finger sandwiches? The cucumber and cream cheese was delightfully refreshing and so was the smoked salmon sandwich! Funny story: the Russian waitress we had mistook our word and brought back a fresh tray of finger sandwiches right after we devoured the first tray. It felt like déjà vu all over again but this time, I had to mentally unbutton my pants. I should've worn sweatpants but the Georgian dress code was pretty strict (I didn't get to wear my ol' reliable Roshrun Nike trainers). As for the scones, the clotted cream was disappointingly sub-par but the rose-petal jelly was beyond out-of-this-world. It felt like a blossoming garden in my mouth! Sounds weird, but it was magical. Just thinking about my Wednesday afternoon tea is making me feel as plump as a blueberry.
Next Afternoon tea adventure: Sketch! (It's like a tea room version of what the Grand Budapest Hotel looks like)