My agent is in London, even though I'm in Ireland, so I've only met her once. But on that occasion she brought me for afternoon tea in the Dorchester. Far from afternoon tea in the Dorchester I was raised, I can tell you. It was such fun, way above my normal level of poshness. I even saw two major British TV stars, but I was too cool to run up and talk to them, of course.
The sandwiches and cakes were a fixed menu, but there was a menu for your pot of tea! The tea menu read like a wine menu. Words like 'bouquet' and 'aroma' and 'lime' abounded. I chose the most normal-sounding one.
The sandwiches were the most beautifully presented food I've ever seen. One round was cut in perfect circles, another in perfect squares, and another in perfect triangles. The little cakes were too pretty to eat. Well, almost too pretty to eat. I had to eat some for politeness sake.
You didn't pour yourself any more tea - you waited until the waiters came around and did that for you.
When I've sold a million copies, and can afford it, I shall dine there all the time.