Even though I was beaten to the punch yesterday by Andrea and you all may have already read her post on this very thing... I forge ahead anyway. In case some of you haven't already read Andrea's post, here's what we did. The Berkely hotel has a high tea called Pret-a-Portea and they serve little biscuits and cakes that are inspired by the most recent runway shows. And they serve it on Paul Smith china so there's nothing that's not designer. They call it "the fashionista's tea". Of course, I was in love the moment I first read about it.
Andrea and I hadn't been able to get together for ages so we decided we absolutely had to make time to hang out before we both go back to the States for the holidays and she returns a married woman. This was the perfect girly afternoon. It was a whirlwind of Harrod's, black cabs, tea, and champagne.
The pictures are really dark because we didn't want to look like tourists and were trying to be incognito with the cameras. Plus, what's worse than having a really nice dinner and you keep getting blinded by some idiot's flashing camera? Not much.
When we walked in and got to our table, I nearly had a heart attack triggered by the cuteness of it all. There was a little card on the table that said "Mrs. Sanger" and the menus were a stroke of cute genius.
That's me trying not to have a cuteness-related heart attack. Champagne helps, right?
And the lovely Andrea...
They must have a pastry chef with the steady hands of a surgeon back there. Some pictures of the insane food:
The Valentino leopard-print chestnut creme handbag
inspired by this little beauty:
Giles Deacon pink polka dot nougat mousse with yellow trim
inspired by this avant garde piece:
Alexander McQueen tartan chocolate cake
an homage to McQueen's tartan-heavy Fall 06 collection:
Yves Saint Laurent frilly passion fruit meringue
in honor of this fabulous frock:
Acquascutum's yellow overcoat ginger biscuit
a spot-on reproduction of this amazing coat:
Jimmy Choo gold boot chocolate biscuit
another dead-on recreation of this glamorous footwear:
There were also sweets taken from the collections of Chloe, Lanvin, and Julien Macdonald.
And if all that wasn't enough, after our precious waiter brought us the bill, he returned with these little take-away boxes. I don't think I could've stopped the cuteness heart attack if I tried at this point.
Oh lord, my head hurts from all the cuteness. I've decided to savor the feeling and told Jason that I would like to use my Mrs. Sanger placecard for all meals at home from now on. His response was a roll of the eyes but I think he's caving.