Dearie me. If you think you are going to get a High Tea from Burnt Orange remotely like any hotel experience you have had before… forget it.
A much anticipated treat for two birthday boys left us feeling disappointed not to say a little under the weather. We started with what turned out to be a very stingy offering consisting of two diminutive sandwiches of unknown filling (but thick bread).
Followed by one enormous stodgy scone and a tiny cake each. Small boys are easy to please where cakes are concerned but these two sadly were not. Never again. I shall take my business to nearby Gunners which everyone says is fabulous.
Burnt Orange is in a nice setting, but access is not suitable for anyone who has any sort of disability or trouble walking. This granny stumbled a bit and had to be assisted by two small boys.
A big fat zero.
