Let’s talk food, because that’s why we’re here, right? The menu is a glorious paradox: it screams “healthy” while secretly winking at indulgence. You can order a “superfood salad” with quinoa, avocado, and pomegranate—then wash it down with a sticky toffee pudding that looks like a Roman emperor’s dessert.
Surprising fact: they serve Black Truffle Risotto that costs more than your weekly groceries. But here’s the kicker—it arrives in a cute little pan, steam rising like a culinary fog machine. You’ll feel both sophisticated and slightly guilty, like wearing a tuxedo to eat a bag of chips.
Their Eggs Benedict is a local legend. The hollandaise sauce is so silky it could narrate a bedtime story. And the bread? It’s not bread—it’s a carb cloud gently lowered from heaven by a waiter named Pierre.
The Tea: A Ceremony, Not a Drink
Order a pot of Afternoon Tea, and prepare for a three-tiered spectacle. The scones arrive warm, with clotted cream so thick you could build a small wall. The sandwiches are finger-sized, which is code for “you’ll need six to feel full.”
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Fun fact: the jam is made from strawberries that probably have their own Instagram account. You’ll find yourself spreading it so carefully it’s like performing surgery. Then you’ll eat three scones and feel royally full, like a king in a food coma.
