We gathered at the small boutique hotel in West London to celebrate a friend's birthday and I left feeling that I
Not to mention the actual birthday cake (also crafted by the hotel), which was - I'll have you know - carrot cake covered with the most delectable buttercream and cream cheese icing and adorned with (YES!) edible flower petals, served with champagne and a drop of creme de cassis:
Lush? Yes. Luxurious? Yes. Over the top? Never.
Aside from the marvelous cakes:
I was absolutely in love with the plump cushions (which prompted one guest to kick off her patent heels and tuck her legs under) and ultra-thick embroidered silk cushions which made you feel instantly like Alice in Wonderland - minus the Mad Hatter. Plus, I was particularly taken by this piece, hanging above our heads:
Essentially, it's a room I want to have in my house. Someday.
So even if it's not your birthday, I'd recommend dropping in to Number Sixteen and taking your tea in the garden, which I heard is even lovelier on a sunny day.