Welcome to The Doll's House!

If you know me at all, you know I love going to tea. There's nothing so exciting as finding a lovely, quaint little tea house that serves delicious delicacies in a delightful setting. Lucky for me, I have fabulous friends who totally agree with me!




Sunday was Tea Day. Ray and Neashon are a brother and sister who are very dear friends of mine. One of their favourite past times is going to tea. And this time they invited me along! (Mish was invited, too, but she couldn't go. :( Next time!)



We went to a lovely little place called The Doll's House in Harrow-on-the-Hill, a very posh part of London. Unlike many tea rooms who go for the Victorian era in decor, The Doll's House gives a nod to the 1940s. With polka dot table cloths, vintage posters, and Dean Martin crooning away, it's like a step back in time. Thank goodness I wore my pencil skirt!

The food is delicious! We order sandwiches from the lunch menu as we're all ravenous. Mine is honey ham, cheddar cheese and tomato on toasted brown bread. After lunch we settle back with a pot of tea each (I go for the exotic Assam, Ray chooses the manly Earl Grey, and Neash goes with the aromatic English Breakfast). The tea is served in pots the would have been very at home in 1940 while the teacups and saucers are the delightful mix-matched traditional variety in various patterns and florals. Along with the tea comes cake! All the cakes at The Doll's House are home made from scratch and are gorgeous! Neashon chooses Victorian sponge cake with clotted cream and fresh strawberries, Ray goes for the St. Lucia Banana cream cake, and I pick the sinful chocolate cake (any surprise there?). Naturally, we all have to try each other's cakes to see what each type tastes like. They are all to die for!

Stuffed to the gills with delicious food and tea, we decide a walk about the town is in order. We stroll up the hill pass the churches and the posh Harrow School. We take a wander through the cemetery stopping now and then to smell the irises laden with raindrops or read the really bad poetry on the grave markers.





At the end of the path is a lookout with amazing views across the valley.
There is a plaque which marks the lookout. On the plaque is a poem by Byron. Yes, that Byron. The famous poet. He attended Harrow School and the spot marked by the plaque was his favourite spot to relax and write poetry.





After finally burning off about a teaspoon worth of cake, we headed to a favourite pub of Neash and Ray's called The Castle. One would have thought we had enough liquid sloshing about in our systems, but a fabulous day doesn't really end until one enjoys a coffee and some chunky chips dunked in malt vinegar.


And so the day finally ended with the last chunky chip. We all agreed it was a day well spent and we must do this again very soon.

Next up... will I talk Ray and Neashon into joining me for salsa lessons? Stay tuned!