I'll start right off by saying that I am an afternoon tea kind of girl.
I remember my first time going to a formal high tea with my family as a young girl, at the long-shuttered Compass Rose tea room at the St. Francis hotel in San Francisco's Union Square (it closed in 2004).
Everything about that first tea service was mesmerizing: The suited waiters and their formal manners, the little metal strainers we were given to use with the loose-leaf tea, and of course, the lovely china. Not to mention the beautiful marble walls and floors.
Since then, as an adult, I've become something of a high tea aficionado. I've now had high tea in London, NYC, SF, and all over Southern California, from traditional to super edgy and modern.
How does the Langham's high tea stack up, you may wonder? Perhaps we were there on an off day, but truthfully, the tea service was a letdown.
I went with my mother in mid-October 2024. Generally, we had a fine experience; the tea was nice, though not exceptional. The decor was lovely, and the harp music was wonderful.
But other elements during our visit were sorely lacking.
The service: It was slow and inattentive from the moment we walked in. First, despite having a reservation at 1:30, we were kept waiting for our table until nearly 1:50. I understand that kind of thing at a trendy restaurant, but at high tea on a Sunday?
Once we were finally seated and our order was taken, we relaxed as the scones and tea arrived. The scones were seasonal (one was cranberry, one was apple cinnamon), and the tea - a Darjeeling - was very nice.
The waitress said that she'd be right back with our clotted cream and lemon curd, plus cream for my tea at my request. But 15 minutes later, we were still waiting as our tea got cold and we nibbled at our bare scones.
Finally, we managed to flag our waitress down as she frantically rushed past us, not looking in our direction. I reminded her politely that we were still waiting for our clotted cream and lemon curd, and she blurted, "I know." But then she caught herself and looked somewhat mortified, and said she'd be right back with it - and out it (finally) came.
After finally receiving the lemon curd and cream, we settled in and listened to the lovely harp music. But then we noticed that we'd been sitting quite a while. Where were our sandwiches and petit fours?
Our waitress returned again to mumble an apology for how long the kitchen was taking to bring out our food, and offered to bring out free non-alcoholic sparkling hibiscus beverages to placate us (which largely worked!)
When the tower finally arrived, the finger sandwiches and petit doors looked very pretty and tasted fine, but I'd had more inventive and unique offerings at high tea.
Our particular tea service also included a glass of sliced strawberries with pink Chantilly cream, which was brought out at the end of the service. It looked both beautiful and mouthwatering, and we had eyed our neighbors enjoying this concoction as we were being led to our table.
But to our surprise and disappointment, the Chantilly cream was really unappetizing. My mom thought the texture was like Crisco - heavy and oily - but I thought it tasted more like the excess frosting you might scrape off of a slice of supermarket birthday cake. In a word: Yuck. We did our best to eat around it and just enjoy the strawberries. (Note to the kitchen: It would have been a better choice to simply serve the strawberries with freshly-whipped cream that had been lightly sweetened).
While the overall experience of our tea service wasn't awful - for example, the live harp music and surroundings were lovely - the inattentive and slow service was just inexcusable. And while the food components were fine, I had been "wowed" by other high teas recently, and the Langham's didn't quite stack up against them.
Do better next time, Huntington!
**Note: The Huntington somehow got Yelp to remove this review the last time I posted it, claiming I hadn't actually dined there. Nice try! :D I'm attaching photos that I took during our visit. read more