Scones on the square
The undercover cafe critic
We’re trying out the baked goods in Blythswood.
W
E all love treating ourselves every now and then and Scone Spy is no exception.
What do you mean wandering the nation munching scones hither and thither isn’t enough of a treat?
Fair point. But, look, someone really does have to do it.
However, this week we really went all-out, and headed to the rather posh Blythswood Square Hotel for afternoon tea.
It’s a grand building with a rich history, just off bustling Sauchiehall Street in the heart of Glasgow, overlooking a smart square with some beautiful gardens.
As we made our way up the steps, a doorman greeted us warmly as he held the door open for us.
We were sent up to the first floor where a friendly woman was on hand to meet and greet us.
Then we were seated at a large table with a comfortable couch with a perfect view of the gardens.
All we needed were some tasty scones and we’d be in heavenly bliss.
Thankfully, it got pretty blissful straight away as we started with a sparkling glass of prosecco.
Then, after eyeing everyone else’s plate with envy, we were finally served with what we had been waiting for.
And, boy, was it worth the mere 10-minute wait as, on a beautiful cake tier, we were presented with our mouthwatering selection.
There was a roast beef &
horseradish roll, a goat’s cheese & caramelised onion tart and a small selection of sandwiches which included egg mayo, cucumber & cream cheese and ham & mustard.
And we were still only on the bottom tier, we still had another two to work our way through. Challenge accepted. Everything on the plates was dainty and petite, each item as mouthwatering as the last.
All the little cakes were intricately decorated and I felt almost bad for eating them . . . almost.
Luckily, we were given individual stands, otherwise I fear there may have been a bit of a war between my companion and me over some of the cakes.
Strawberry tarts, summer fruit mousse, lime & gin drizzle cake and a chocolate & beetroot cake. All were thoroughly delicious.
However, we were here for one thing and one thing only – scones.
They were a bit on the small side, however the hotel got straight back into our good books by giving us not one but two of the fresh delights.
Warm all the way through, the fruity bakes cut easily.
And they managed to hold a good helping of the delicious clotted cream that they came with, adding in the strawberry jam.
We were in no hurry, so we settled back and pick-andmixed our way through our feast.
It wasn’t the cheapest afternoon out we’ve ever had at £29 per head, not including the glass of prosecco.
But, as I said, sometimes you do have to treat yourself.