Hilary (hilary-99)

Immerse yourself in the sweet smalls of teas, stored in glass jars, measured in classic brass weighing scoops. Tea from Iceland, tras that of fruit infusions. V... Lire plus Immerse yourself in the sweet smalls of teas, stored in glass jars, measured in classic brass weighing scoops. Tea from Iceland, tras that of fruit infusions. Victoriana styled saving, old tea chests on the floor. This place is a sensual pleasure

Amazing location in history and physicality. The tea was served in a paper cup. Seriously. The shop below sold China, but guests in the tea rooms didn 't qualif... Lire plus Amazing location in history and physicality. The tea was served in a paper cup. Seriously. The shop below sold China, but guests in the tea rooms didn 't qualify for this appropriate tea crockery. The milk ran out, the tea ran out. There was no service. Serve yourself, I did, I don 't rate myself well, I have too much 'attitude '. I lack the class necessary to do anything other than builders tea. Still,, only $5.00 for a bottomless paper cup that includes real milk (when they refill the jug).Another missed opportunity from a place t h at relies way too much on history.

I walked in at 2.30pm on a Saturday afternoon and was able to get a table. The atmosphere was exquisit, interesting photographs, signed magazine covers of past... Lire plus I walked in at 2.30pm on a Saturday afternoon and was able to get a table. The atmosphere was exquisit, interesting photographs, signed magazine covers of past regulars like Bowie and Iman. Come here for the ambiance, not the food. The staff asked me where I got my hat, a genuine aggression of interest. I bought it next door, last week.The Fetuucini Bolognaise was delicious, they only offered a single house red wine, it had a slight fuzziness that I associate with wines on the turn.

The Fettuccine bolognaise was beautifully flavoured, presented, and cooked. At 7pm on a late May Friday night the doors were open, and thier were 5 other custom... Lire plus The Fettuccine bolognaise was beautifully flavoured, presented, and cooked. At 7pm on a late May Friday night the doors were open, and thier were 5 other customers, all of whom presented as female. A peaceful, cheerful ambiance filled the trattoria. The waitsataff discussed the preferred preparations of drinks at a larger table of guests. Everything felt right, except the red wine which produced a fizzy sensation that ruins the flavour.