We spent the morning with Josie and Charlie. I shot them for my new website (which I would love for you to take a look at!) and we wandered through Covent Garden laughing and ducking away from the rain, before saying our goodbyes and heading to the W Hotel (where Ben and I happened to have our third date all those years ago) for afternoon tea.
This tea truly does blow the rest of them out of the water. What it doesn’t have in delicate little patisserie and petits four, it more than makes up for with it’s unapologetically bold designs served alternatively on vinyl cake stands. It’s definitely more Punk than Pomp.
Sometimes, after all, all you want in an afternoon tea is a slab of chocolate cake. The Anarch’ Tea has it all. Delicious flavours and the skill of the exceptionally talented W Pastry Chef Rachel Newman.
Simple sandwiches, the flavours one would expect from an afternoon tea are served on the bottom vinyl. Smoked salmon, cucumber, cheese and grape and a ham with mustard. Simple sandwiches with the crusts roughly chopped off. Rock and Roll.
The scones are beautiful. At first it crumbled under the clotted cream, but once the jam was smothered over the top, they went down a treat and taste-wise an incredible scone. After the scones, I finally got that chocolate cake I had been waiting for since I had been defeated at the #Teaathon a few weeks previously. Going round in circles – Alternative TV; rich mousse smothered between a chocolate roulade sponge and glazed with a chocolate ganache icing topped with silver spike studs.
Next; Shut Up – The Stranglers. A pair of red white chocolate lips hiding a light red velvet sponge and frozen strawberry mousse sealed with a silver zip. Incredible.
Sigue Sigue Sputnik – 21st Century Boy; a favourite of my very own 21st Century Gent. A mohican to celebrate the hairstyle of the era filled with raspberry mousse and a tangy coulis.
Finally, God Save the Queen. No, really, it’s called God Save the Queen – The Sex Pistols; a colourful Battenberg, Marbled royal blue marzipan icing and topped with a gold crown.
I challenge you to only have the afternoon tea at the W and skip the cocktails. The bar staff know a thing or two about how to make a drink that takes your breath away. I started with a Wet Wet Wet while Ben went for Here Comes the Sun.
This is the perfect date treat, at just £30 it doesn’t break the bank and the fuss-free, no-frills attitude is exactly what the London afternoon tea scene has needed. Will you try it?