Why, one might ask, would we dare risk wind, rain and cold when coughing like mad and dealing with an incessant earache? Christmas Tea at The Ritz, actually! This was, after all, to be our one big honeymoon splash planned for whilst here, and indeed it was.
Rubbing shoulders with us — the rich and privileged. The wealthy never realised just what great lengths we had gone to simply to be there, nor how we managed to be fortunate enough to get the very last spot left on the very last night of this month long extravaganza! It took some conniving, mind you. With every table for two already booked, I reached out to dear old Richard to come save the date by tagging along with us so I could at least reserve the last table open for three. Not only had he kindly obliged but even went out earlier on the day itself to buy a suit that fit, needed for the occasion. You see, we really were feeling very rich and privileged indeed. Good friends going out of their way for one, even at vast expense, are truly life long friends never to be taken for granted.
Not looking too shabby, we turned in our coats and were handed an ornamental silky rope sash with a #18 golden medal affixed for our id. With minutes until our 7:30 reservation, we snapped some photos and waited our turn. Just then, however, of all things, Richard was called in to work, having been on call the entire day. What horrid timing and after all that effort too! Like I said, a good friend indeed. Taking off, he assured us he'd try to make it back if work ended up only being a short while, especially considering our reservation warned that one would be billed for the total number in the party, regardless of any cancellations.
After nibbling through salmon, cucumber, chicken and ginger sandwiches (properly prepared with the crusts removed), we shared a few of the little fancy cakes including a dark rich chocolate snowflake medallioned gateaux, Alex's particular penchant.
The best part? Real Cornish clotted cream and thick fruity strawberry jam spooned onto our light fluffy scones, all washed down with endless cups of the Ritz' Royal Black Tea. Ahhh...
Just then, I realised something though... something glorious! As lovely as this teatime was, it occurred to me that, actually, my very own Alexandra makes even better (authentic, warmed up) raisin scones and stronger, better tea with just the right combination of milk and a light dash of sugar! Funny to think that I have right at my fingertips any time I want, the very best that teatime has to offer. Wow, how I do feel humbled and blessed.
Thank you, Smoots. You really are the Queen LaTEAfa, by far! :)