|The Savoy lobby.|
The lobby is rather nice, it is comfortable sitting and bright natural light conditions (which I am appreciating more and more the older my eyes get), and the service was very prompt and nice. We decided to be very un-kosher and have coffee. I had just woken up, hadn´t had anything to eat since dinner the night before, and was in grave need of a cup. My friend prefers coffee anyway, I think. So we got a large French press pot, with very nice coffee, I must say. In my experience, presso coffee tends to be a bit on the bitter side, so I ordered a side pot of hot water (the guy gave me odd looks, but complied), since I recently gave up putting milk in my coffee (I find this triggers my sweet tooth, and I have put myself on a sugar fast after eating myself into a Scarborough fudge coma this summer) and now prefers it a bit weaker than the tar-like brew I used to make. So, with a bit of added water, the coffee tasted great. My friend did not complain either.
Västerbotten (a hard, matured Swedish cheese), and a very mild green mould cheese. (I have tried to find if there is an English word for mould cheese, but my dictionary is failing me and "bluecheese" is all I can find. Seems not right for green mould cheese.)
There were also two kinds of butter, none of them regular, and a fig marmelade. On the top plate were sponge muffins and chocolate tarts. We got a side plate, a small fork, and a butter knife each.
However, it tasted deliciously. Fig marmelade is a favourite, and it suited all the cheeses very well. Having been on a sugar fast for weeks, I found the muffin too sweet and decided to skip the chocolate (! I know). Clearly, I am not a reliable reviewer of pastry at the moment.
I am not against taking a traditional concept and making something new, something a bit fusion, as this is. On the contrary, I think being open to influences is a good thing and everything can be improved upon. But perhaps they should advertise it a bit better. I imagine a lot of Afternoon Tea fans are eager to try this, and it is simply nothing like what you will get at an English hotel.
The photos are dreadful, I know, but my phone was the only camera I had on hand.