Rotisserie Harrods

Exceptional Tea Elegance Paired with Pianist

Venturing into the storied halls of Harrods, specifically to the makeshift tea room on the fourth floor, is as much about navigating a mini city as it is about sipping Darjeeling from bone china. As I maneuvered through the throngs of tourists and luxury hunters, I imagined this was how a steadfast salmon might feel mid-migration—a sensory overload punctuated by glimmers of promise. Fortunately, those glimmers opened into a scene that resembled an opulent 'pop-up' version of history's grand tea parlors. Imagine, if you will, being serenaded by a surprisingly proficient pianist weaving tunes both classical and contemporary, like "Twinkle Twinkle" for a captivated young guest. Combined with the robust yet soothing aroma of brewing leaves, it quickly became apparent that the Tea Room’s music was the heartbeat of Harrods’ metal-beamed euphoria in a climate controlled tier.

The afternoon tea service itself, though not immune to London’s high expectations or some reasonable criticisms, did deliver a kaleidoscope of flavors that pay homage to its esteemed British roots. Upon situating with an elegant simplicity, we were discreetly presented with a thoughtful menu diagramming each tea's distinct aromatic profile—sweet, floral, woody, or astringent. My selection was a balance of floral notes dancing elegantly into each sip. Exquisite scones served still humming from the oven’s embrace graced our plates alongside a delicate selection of cakes with tantalizing hints of rhubarb mousse. What lingered most warmly was the sheer attentiveness of Michael, our high-spirited server who, with utmost grace, replenished both conversation and clotted cream. While the occasional sight of errant staff voyaging with utensils wasn’t picture-perfect, this temporary setting, amid renovations, commanded its rightful share of the Harrods wonder. And yes, when the artistry of flavor aligns with euphoric crescendo, even a seasoned critic might say: I wouldn't march elsewhere for my next extravagant day steeped in tradition. — Clarissa Cuisinier