Tea in London.

 My earliest memory of drinking tea, was when I was a young girl  and had been taken on a special visit to Lion’s Corner House in    London.
My eyes boggled at the site of cream cakes, piled high on a 3 tiered silver cake stand, and tiny sandwiches cut beautifully into all sort of shapes, just waiting to be devoured by my insatiable appetite.
When the waitress came, dressed in her white starched cap and black dress, with a white lace pinafore, I sat very quiet and contemplated which cream cake I was going to have. Before I could get that far, however, there was a grown up discussion on what kind of tea we would drink.My Mother opted for English Breakfast, but my Grandmother decided we would have her favorite “Earl Grey”.