Wookey
Muppet is not a slur
I used to serve an afternoon tea at the Lowry Hotel which was £27.50. You got a glass of champagne, tea from English Breakfast, Earl Grey, Ceylon and Pre Green Tea, Camomile, Peppermint, Ginseng and Vanilla, some fresh scones and clotted cream and jams, finger sahhhhndwiches, with nursery fillings like beef and cheese and salmon, and then a youge big plate of pastries and mini-cream-cakes and fondant fancies and fairy nipples and all that fucking jazz.
It was spectacular, with all the silver and china out, piping hot in the right places and fridge-fresh in the right places. There's a massive amount of tradition involved in the whole affair really, it's something people judge you on in the hotel trade, because they've usually had it elsewhere. This puts a premium on the dish, like a restaurant's steak and chips.
I adored setting up and serving an afternoon tea, with everything plated up on silver stacks, it would draw gasps. When you do it for four, that's a £100 snack, and they want drama at that price, even at lunchtime.
It was spectacular, with all the silver and china out, piping hot in the right places and fridge-fresh in the right places. There's a massive amount of tradition involved in the whole affair really, it's something people judge you on in the hotel trade, because they've usually had it elsewhere. This puts a premium on the dish, like a restaurant's steak and chips.
I adored setting up and serving an afternoon tea, with everything plated up on silver stacks, it would draw gasps. When you do it for four, that's a £100 snack, and they want drama at that price, even at lunchtime.
