Afternoon Tea at The Goring

Exquisite Afternoon Tea with Impeccable Service

Ah, The Goring—the venerated establishment in London where, supposedly, even Duchess Kate has perched to sip on the gloriously delicate afternoon blend. Upon entering, it's as if you've taken a gentle sweep back into another era of elegance and whimsy, one complimented by decor that speaks more poetically than Wordsworth ever did about daffodils (probably). Nicely executed contrasts do abound: the classic opulence of the room is offset by that curious archway of artificial blooms—I’m not sure if it’s a ploy for whimsy or a leftover from someone's garden-themed wedding rehearsal.

In terms of taste, the Coronation Chicken as a highlight does seem equivalent to choosing eggs as a breakfast breakthrough—comforting, ubiquitous, and reliable. Scones came at you generously, almost like an apologetic yet persistent host—the "one more scone" philosophy, unabashedly exploiting your polite British reserve while pushing subtle gluttony. Yet cartoonishly minute pastries meander around from ordinary to nondescript, all justified by exquisite service that is simultaneously gracious while deeply clueless. Miss the chocolate, and indeed miss my fully pledged excitement. But go, do take in the exquisite service, which makes up for any culinary lapses, and dare I cheekily mention, experience a round of tickling, savory delights overshadowed by undeniable charm. For those jaunting around London seeking elevation in their afternoon revelries—absorb the postponed delight and leave slightly tickled, pockets lighter, but enriched with tales particularly valuable for tea-party raconteurs.
— Penelope Savory