A birthday in London. What more could a girl ask for? It was a beautiful birthday filled with happiness and surprise in the loveliest place. Previously, I had bought myself a cake the size of my palm (in Harrods) in celebration. The detailing on it is so delicate, and it made a perfect cakey breakfast!
After breakfast it was off to Harrods for a long and glorious day of shopping and exploring. I came across these fabulously British cupcakes, and traditional Welsh cakes.
After a tiring and successful stroll in the most famous department store in the world, I ventured to Camden Market, a place I had never visited before. I found so many different things that intrigued me and left with a full shopping bag. Before continuing the day me and my partner sat down at a creperie in the Market for a bit to eat and some tea. This crepe was simple, but oh so glorious. It was light and delicate, filled with ham, and mushrooms. Perfect tea time meal!
After a busy morning I decided lunch had to be somewhere extravagant. Our night time festivities were going to be near Knightsbridge station, so we returned to Harrods for a sweet pick-me-up. Yes, the Harrods Ice Cream Parlor is magnificent. It is always packed with people, and for good reason. I got vanilla, cookies and crème, and hazelnut ice cream topped with whipped cream, butterscotch sauce, raspberries and a macadamia nut toffee cookie. It was very impressive both visually and to my taste buds. However, I must say the freshly sourced ice cream in Dingle was a million times better.
After Harrods was a lovely surprise. My companion had planned a surprise night for me, I knew nothing of what the future would hold. In a way I love surprises, but I’m always a little scared I get my hopes up only to be very disappointed. The night did not disappoint.
I walked mile after mile until we finally stood in front of The Wolseley. It is very well known in the foodie world as being a traditional established eatery. The decor inside was delicate and beautiful, and even the bathroom was lovely.
The meal started with the tiniest baguettes I had ever seen. They were about seven inches long, and two inches in diameter. They were warm and delicious!
I chose the Quail Egg starter because I had never tried quail eggs before. They had been soft boiled and were on top of a flaky sort of crust. Everything was topped with a wonderfully rich hollandaise sauce.
My companion ordered a fresh green asparagus and snow pea salad. It was perfectly fresh, and lightly dressed. The worst thing is when you order a salad with all of these beautiful vegetables and it comes drowned in a rich overpowering cream sauce. The salad was done absolutely perfect here.
I also decided to get a side of green beans. They were perfectly al dente, and the nuts added an extra dimension of flavor to the dish.
Unfortunately, our main courses were far less impressive than our starters. I ordered the special which was a white fish with potatoes on a bed of peas. The potatoes were seasoned and cooked correctly, and the peas were very good, but the fish ruined the dish. It was cold and charred on the side that was facing down.
My companion got lamb in a bed of beans. I did not think it was appealing in any way. Honestly I was rather repulsed by it. Its a shame that The Wolseley would put out such a dish that would ruin their reputation.
Then, of course there was dessert. My companion had fallen recently in love with a Battenberg Cake I came across in the Lake District. The cake happened to be on the menu. It was not as good as the one I had previously tried, I would not recommend it.
For a final goodbye to my birthday I ordered something that I had heard of but never tried before. It is a tart made with a shortcrust pastry and a thick treacle filling. It has an unusual taste that can not completely be described without previous experience. It was served with some Crème Anglaise which I did not thing was the appropriate paring for the flavor profile. Resting on top of the tart was a beautiful personalized Happy Birthday message to me. It was a very sweet gesture.
After the dinner, I was lead down windy roads until my companion stood me in front of a theater. That night I enjoyed the wonderfully entertaining musical Billy Elliot. It was a beautiful birthday I will never forget.