The macaroon champions of the universe come from France, but we are lucky enough to have three in London. While my family was visiting last month, they let a charming flat just behind Harrods. My mom and I snuck out for traditional tea, but ended up going to Laudrée instead of the Harrods terrace. That last minute decision was totally worth it. Instead of the louder balcony inside the shop, we were sat in the cosy back room: a black-texuture-wallpapered S&M re-imagining of the Belle Époche.
In place of the traditional afternoon tea, it is a french high tea menu. There were still dainty finger sandwiches, but also chocolate & almond croissants, passionfruit & raspberry tarts, chocolate cake and a GIANT macaroon. I find the usual Victoria sponge a complete bore, so these were very welcome additions to afternoon tea. This is when things start to get a bit blurry:
1. Because of the giant macaroon and tea induced Sugar/Caffeine high and
2. I forgot the rule of high tea: "one does not bring a camera you spilled wine-in-a-can on during NYE in Philly to tea if one wishes to blog about it later"