Sketch London

On our second trip to London, Felicia and I stopped into Sketch for a cream tea, something that has been on both of our London Lists for quite a while now.



An eighteenth century building in Mayfair has been converted into one of the coolest concepts for restaurants I've ever been to.







Warm scones in little napkin-beds arrived to us at our tiny corner table in the Parlour, a beautiful, Victorian style drawing room, lush with Victorian, Louis XV and French day beds as sofas and large portraits of gentlemanly goats on the walls.







That strawberry jam was some of the best I've ever tasted.









The waitresses in the Parlour were wearing probably the cutest uniforms I've seen: pink ruffled blouses with grey bubble skirts - finished off unexpectedly with pink Converse sneakers.



Naturally, we had to take a peek at the other rooms on the first floor. Heading down the stairs past the main entrance on your left is The Glade, which is described on sketch's website as an "enchanted fairy-tale forest" (dreamy).



Then, to the right, is the room which initially caught my eye when reading about sketch in the first place: the Gallery.



Lined with 239 of David Shrigley's drawings, the pink room was full of people having afternoon teas and lunches. The tables were set with pieces also designed by Shrigley - milk jars and salt and pepper shakers with words like "ghosts" and "dreams" written across them.



The waiters and waitresses in the Galley were dressed in soft grey almost utilitarian uniforms - jumpsuits for the men and dresses for the women. The different uniforms in each room added a totally different layer to the experience all together. Seriously, it was so cool.





Finally, the bathrooms. Yes, those are egg-pod-space-age-toilets. Yes the ceiling is color-blocked neon lights. Yes, there were odd nature sounds in each pod, And yes, I took a selfie in there. Obviously.

I'm fairly certain I'm going to have to go back to sketch once more before my time in England comes to an end (six weeks, excuse me while I vomit), possibly for a cocktail or two.