The Berkeley is a posh London hotel that already knows how to spoil you rotten. But Grolet’s dedicated patisserie inside? It’s like finding a Ferrari dealership inside a library. You walk in, and the room smells like expensive dreams and slightly less expensive guilt.
You’ll find it at Wilton Place, which is just a fancy way of saying “Mayfair, where even the pigeons have better posture than you.” If you can’t afford to sleep here, at least eat here. That’s the London way.
