Scone and forgotten - Selfridges Garden Café

Not much to say on this disappointment; less than two years ago, your reporter spent a wonderful afternoon on the top floor of Selfridges with old and new friends, before a very memorable weekend in the late summer sunshine.  Indeed, it could even be said that the seeds of this blog were sown at that very rendezvous. 

When one of said friends returned to these shores in May, our shared passion for afternoon tea was at the top of the agenda.  Alas, any other attempt at afternoon tea elsewhere was thwarted by a combination of bad geography and fully booked tea rooms.  In the end, returning to the scene of the crime was the final option, to see if the magic could be recaptured.  But it was not to be, though not for the want of trying.

The café itself was more of a canteen; strip lighting, unfriendly staff and, most critically,  the hardest of scones and the weakest of teas, served in grim metal teapots.  It was an effort to finish; the cream was from a plastic tub of Roddas, and not enough of it.  The Wilkins jam won points back with the choice of either raspberry or strawberry.  But it was not enough to sway either of us.  Alas.  Next time, we will try the café downstairs.

The Selfridges Garden Café