I’m willing to bet that the Peggy Porschen Parlour in Belgravia is one of the most Instagrammed corners of London.
The pink. The windows. The lights. The prettiness.
Within seconds of standing on the corner opposite, it was clear that Peggy Porschen was every bit the pastel paradise I imagined.
I visited before Christmas (hence the decorations – yes I am very late writing this post – soz), after a whole lot of stalking on Instagram.
Once you get inside Peggy Porschen, it just gets better. A cake-lovers dream, there was every flavour from champagne and strawberry to salted caramel and banoffee. It took me ages to decide and after causing a huge queue, I eventually went for a black forest cupcake. Yes, it was chocolatey, yes, the icing was sweet, yes, there were black cherries inside. Ok?
My friend chose an Oreo cookie cupcake, because obvs. Then we might* have followed those with a third red velvet cupcake to share. *definitely did.
What?! It’s rude not to try as many as possible. I mean, we’d travelled all that way especially.
Sitting inside Peggy Porschen is just as pretty as the outside. It’s smaller than I thought it would be, but no space goes to waste. We were surrounded by towering cakes and gingerbread houses; every surface and shelf were stuffed full of individually wrapped iced biscuits and gift boxes.
There was pink and blue and glitter and bows, it was all SO sugary-sweet and lovely.
The crockery follows the pretty pastel theme, all mismatched colours but perfectly coordinated to work like a dream.
I could have happily sat there all day, but based on the steady stream of people coming though the door it was quite clear how popular they are. We thought we would free up our table and roll ourselves back through Belgravia before I scoffed another cake-based item. Probably for the best.