Even if there weren't all the other things to love about London (the friendliness, the quaint architecture, my friend Dana and her beautiful baby Bea, to name just a few) I'd adore it for the simple pleasure of daily tea. Sure, I enjoy a cup myself back in the states pretty regularly, but it's great to be surrounded by believers who offer up full pots of the stuff constantly. It's how we began our mornings at the hotel in their posh black and white dining room.
Not a complete teatotalling spot though, No. 11 Cadogan Gardens also boasts several plush, over the top areas to enjoy cocktails surrounded by leather-bound books, massive mirrors, and amazingly huge candelabras dripping amounts of hot wax not found outside Hammer horror films.