One might think that in tight times, the first thing big banks would do away with would be personalised Molton Brown travel miniature sets to buy the loyalty of undergrads. They haven’t, but I’m not complaining. Nor do I have a problem with afternoon teas in the name of encouraging women into banking. Not that anything could convince me. In fact, like every other event I have ever been to involving bankers, especially female ones (at least the testosterone fulled variety are sometimes fairly handsome, or really terrible old flirts), the tea was incredibly dull. I don’t know if it’s the type of people the job attracts or the work itself that results in people who claim to enjoy living on the Isle of Dogs. Personally I’d prefer to chat to Nick Leeson.
I was only there for the sandwiches and scones really, and The Old Parsonage did a passable job of providing them. The sandwiches (mothers pride with crusts cut off) seemed like they had been waiting a little too long for us to arrive, but the fillings were good: thick slices of ham and mustard, and egg and anchovy. Only the crab and cucumber, though an original pairing(I suppose it was supposed to be a clever variant of the tuna and cucumber theme), was tasteless.
The sweet offerings were fantastic. Scones had delightful crumbly crusts, and provisions of clotted cream and raspberry jam were generous. An almond madeira was lovely. The star of the show, however, was a sweet, sticky cherry sponge. The only disappointment was the lack of tea options; the only choice was English Breakfast with or without sugar. The Old Parsonage certainly isn’t Fortnums. Perhaps the bank are on an economy drive after all.