High Tea at the Soho Hotel
When Elena came to town we met at the Soho Hotel for high tea, one of my favorite British activities (I drank a lot of tea before Italy turned me into an expert little espresso maker). The sandwiches they served us were so-so, but the desserts—my god, the desserts. Best scone of my life. Make that scones. We couldn’t even finish it all. I know this is not proper, but I slipped one of the eclairs into my purse before we left. Letting these pastries end up in the trash would have been sinful.
