In case you didn’t know, the weather in London is pretty rotten in January.
Rain drizzles, the clouds remains a seemingly consistent dull grey, the wind is biting and noses are most often red and runny. Basically it is not the sort of weather for being out and about ambling the streeets, but instead the time to be cozied up in a comfortable corner, with a pot or two to slurp and a friend, to natter, plan and giggle with.
Last week, my yoga teacher Sophie and I took the afternoon to do just that. Plotting an planning for our up and coming Broga Yoga Brunch (our second sell out yoga brunch event) to spend the afternoon indulging in a little pampering, nattering and scoffing at the none to shabby (its downright lavish) hotel. The Landmark London.
After a relaxing Voya Seaweed oil massage treatment in their spa, to iron out the kinks and drain my supposedly ‘congested lymph’ (hilariously I have been getting cankles from too much standing), we headed upstairs to the winter garden. Please do excuse the rather pink cheeked freshness of my cleanly scrubbed face.
It’s once heck of a place for a fizz fuelled, gluten free afternoon tea.
We began with a couple of glasses of bubbles. Pink for me and classic for Soph to accompany our first course selection of finger sandwiches. Classic pairings of salmon and cream cheese, egg and mayo salad and pesto, tomato with mozzarella were placed before our eager eyes. We also had double servings of the waiters favourite, of chicken swathed in a tarragon cream sauce, which was definitely the creme of the crop.
All the sarnies were good and beautifully presented but in my opinion could have done with a little more choice on favour combinations. Maybe this is just me being pernickety, but if we are being true and British about it, where was the marmite and cucumber and coronation chicken at? My granny Rosemary would have been most unimpressed at their absence.
The Landmark London’s impressive winter garden is situated right in the centre of the building. It was formerly an outdoor space, where horse drawn carriages used to drop off guests. Sometime in the last century, the hotel made the move of covered the area with a vast ceiling of glass, turning it into a large conservatory room. The perfect place to call upon some winter rays.
The sun actually did managed to peek it’s head around the clouds a couple of times throughout the afternoon, sitting right up next to the radiator, surrounded by giant palm trees, eyes blinded by the glare I could almost pretend I was back in the tropics… almost
In case the sarnie and scones (with every topping imaginable on offer, including my old fave, lemon curd) weren’t enough to satiate those carb craving tastebuds, The Landmark also offered an optional additional chocolate pastry assortment to follow up. Two pots of Lapsang down, as comfy as little church mice, we were hardly in a position to say no.
In case you aren’t already tempted enough, (ahem..please do take another look at that nutella and cream swathed scone) the hotel is just a ten minute walk from Marylebone High Street, one of my favourite places to shop in London and practically every shop is running sales at the moment. The cashmere in The White Company and Toast… argh, so tempting. Cut up my credit card quick!
The staff were also kind enough to box up half the chocolate treats to enjoy for our dinner. What gems!