Before coming to the UK, I had this misconception that everyone sat down to afternoon tea all the time. After moving here, I quickly realized that every college student here is just as coffee addicted as anywhere else.
Regardless, my housemates and I decided to indulge ourselves and go to afternoon tea at The Old Parsonage. And boy was it fancy. And boy did we try to be fancy too.
And the food! Scones. Scones everywhere. We have all decided that clotted cream is the food of Gods.
The service was amazing. The food was amazing. The incredibly posh table of elderly gentleman discussing Virginia Woolf behind us was amazing. I need to be rich in the future, so I can go to high tea all the time.