Afternoon tea at the Royal Mansour


Once my flight tickets were booked, making a reservation for afternoon tea at the Royal Mansour was first on my list. The setting was the epitome of elegance and my hopes were high. From the moment we arrived, the service was flawless but, unfortunately, the food was a major disappointment.

The Moroccan afternoon tea was nothing but desserts so sweet you couldn’t taste their flavour. It looked pretty enough, but it was all rather superficial. The pancakes served with warm honey were the stuff of dreams. The English afternoon tea offerings were utterly ridiculous: 3 small finger sandwiches of bleached white bread and don’t get me started on the marshmallows… It seemed very American, particularly as they… Ok, British people, hold on to your hats… They served some kind of hybrid muffin as scones. And who serves ‘scones’ and sandwiches at the same time?! But the nail in the coffin was serving crème fraiche under the guise of clotted cream. No, thank you. Running for the hills!

The highlight was the simplicity of the scorching hot mint tea (without sugar) enjoyed in the finest company in town. For me, afternoon tea is a ritual, not some afterthought to fill the void between lunch and supper. It has substance. It would have been better to offer local sweets or specific cakes with delicious tea, rather than this half-hearted attempt at a tradition. Yes, the hotel is incredibly beautiful and, as I mentioned, the service is exquisite, but that’s it. If you’re in the area, why not stop for a pot of tea or cocktails. But, no, I wouldn’t recommend it for afternoon tea (still not over clotted cream gate).

2 Comments

  1. Peter Nichols
    24 April 2020 / 09:43

    Hi, Milla! It’s Peter Nichols. Remember me from Brussels? It’s nice to see you again, at least via this website. I’m in the San Francisco area now, but I hope you are doing well! Jealous of all your travels. I have twin seven year olds now, so travel is possible, but harder than before. I went to Morocco with my father in 1999, and to Tunisia in 2001, and it cemented my obsession with North Africa. I bought a ticket to Algeria in 2008, but chickened out due to riots and bombings that were happening at the time. So I decided to go to Syria instead. Embassy told me that the visa took two days to get for most, but three weeks for Americans, so I was impatient, and went to Romania instead. Romania ended up being one of my favorite countries, but I still regret missing Algeria (my country obsession – will I really ever go there now?) and Syria (everything is now destroyed).

    It was so different back in the Brussels days. Just wake up and drive to Germany or France or the Netherlands. I shouldn’t complain about California, though. I have SF, beaches, redwood forests, Lake Tahoe, wineries not that far from me.

    Anyway, our dinners were always fun, and I hope you are safe, healthy, and happy.

    Peter

    • Not Just Another Milla
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      30 April 2020 / 18:05

      Peter! So good to hear from you. Email to follow.

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