Lady Betty Afternoon Tea at Betty’s Café Tea Rooms

Spectacular curls of cucumber secured with a swipe of cream cheese helped elevate these traditional sandwiches and gave balance to the deeply cheesy offering, caramelised red onion and goat cheese. Egg mayonnaise was also available, but as neither my partner nor I were fans, the waiter happily swapped them for more of the others. The bread was also fantastic, made as it is in Betty’s dedicated, artisan bakery. My ever-present fear of being served rubbish bread was proved unfounded on this occasion.

There were also petite scones – my favourite was subtly flavoured with Yorkshire lavender – accompanied by a dollop of lovely, fruity preserve and a smear of clotted cream. Not quite enough cream to satisfy the cravings of my guest and I, but enough for any normal person. I’m sure they would have proffered some more if we hadn’t been too embarrassed to ask. Probably for the best.

The cakes were served, of course, on a handsome (matching) silver tower. As several of the treats usually on offer were made with gelatine, the selection was a little more limited, but it was good to know that dietary requirements were knowledgeably thought out. The cakes were almost delicate enough to be popped in whole, but I opted for a couple of bites for decorum’s sake. Pearly white meringue with fresh berries and a touch of whipped cream. A multi-layered, chocolate mousse-y praline extravaganza. A dainty choux bun filled with a light orange crème. All elegant, refined and beautifully executed. Much like the experience itself.

The waiter offered to wrap up any leftovers, but that was not a service I needed to take advantage of. Although there were many different cakes and nibbles included in the tea, nothing overwhelmed. There was just enough food to feel you had overindulged a little, but without the lasting pain of gluttony. Even the portion sizes at Betty’s were genteel.

All in all, we left beaming. Full, content, happy, spoiled and beaming. The unusual combination of Swiss patisserie and historical Yorkshire gentry proved a winner. Even my guest – a hardened Mancunian who is unimpressed by pomp and circumstance – was won over. And that is saying something.