After six years in the UK I'm pretty good at being English if I may say so myself.. I spend more time at the pub than at home, I accept that it blows straight through the windows, I deal with all travel activity seizing due to leaves on the tracks and every other word I say is 'please'. But most of all, I love, love, love afternoon tea. It makes me feel like a semi posh person and it incorporates some of my absolute favourite things - cake, sandwiches and scones. And jam. I love jam.
I was treating one of my best girls, Mrs Higginson, to a pampering day for her 30th birthday and I'm also on a mission to try and squeeze in as much time as possible with her before she abandons me for Australia in a few months.
After a manicure and before a long massage, we popped into Bluebird for Afternoon Tea. Bluebird is one of my favourite spots in London - it's such a great place for people watching and cocktails. This was my first afternoon tea there though and I was excited.
As per usual, we were met by the super sweet staff and that lovely Chelsea afternoon mix of everything from big family birthday do's to romantic yet awkward first dates to me and Mrs Higginson. Yes, I do take people watching to another level (which includes intense eaves dropping) and the first daters next to us really were incredibly awkward. The guy was very cute though so I'm not so secretly hoping it continued to go terribly and that he hangs out at Bluebird a lot.
The cakes, the scones and the sandwiches were all amazing just as expected. Plus great jam. And I think 2 hours of gossiping and girls talk was just what we needed after the holidays.
And seeing as there are not that many opportunities left for me and this great girl to have these sessions on a regular basis, I just want to say the following to the Higginsons.... Please don't go to Australia! Sydney's not all that great you know! Beaches are overrated! There's no afternoon tea there!
Excited at the prospect of loads of cake! |
One of our more sophisticated outings. |
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