Tea at the Waldorf Hotel

One of my favourite activities now I'm no longer a Spring chicken (it used to be cocktails and dancing til dawn), is to indulge in a luxurious afternoon tea.

The husband treats me to a different high tea in a London landmark hotel every year. This year he spotted a Groupon offer for the Waldorf, where I've always longed to go. So I took my oldest friend Isabel, we've been friends since she sat next to me (complete with rubix cube necklace, always a lover of statement jewelery) in Portuguese school at the age of 6.

Somehow the fact that the Waldorf has opened themselves up to the Groupon society has somehow diminished the quality ever so slightly. The sandwiches were delicate, cucumber, ham and cheese encased with flavoured bread. The four cakes were alright, not extraordinary. The scones were a huge disappointment, one was burnt, the rest overcooked and dry. The jam was bog standard, the clotted cream was nice but there was no butter.

The best thing about it was the Prosecco, I thoroughly enjoyed the complimentary glass of rose.

Service was friendly and attentive. Upon reflection it was all rather underwhelming which is such a shame when you think of the location and the hotel's impressive decor. It's all marble and chandeliers as you go in.

Without meaning to sound like an old snob, their high tea seemed to cater for the masses. Not a great deal of thought or care goes into these money spinning offers. The fact that a burnt scone was served is really unforgiveable for a five star hotel.

I'm sad to say I don't think I'll be returning to the Waldorf for tea. Covent Garden saved the day with it's good shopping opportunities and electric atmosphere. We walked our socks off, shopped until we dropped before collapsing in a heap on the tube back to West London. A great girlie day!