Anyone who’s ever visited the oh-so-French Laduree in Paris (I prefer Laduree Place de la Madeleine) has doubtless never forgotten the experience; the elegant dining room where beautifully dressed ladies in pearls, squeezed in like shimmering sardines in a tin,  nibble petite morsels of perfectly executed food between sips of sancerre while pretending not to notice the supermodel who just plucked a succulent maron glacee from a large pile on the counter.  Laduree London, nestled at the rear of Harrod’s (turn left at Krispy Kreme), while not presenting the quite same frappe as it’s Continenental sisters, still delivers an utterly charming experience.  Imagine, sitting in a sun-drenched (Yes, we had sun that day!) window, with a glass of Marsanne, crusty bread, and the quintessential French omelette with morrels or perhaps a delicious sandwich consisting of a chopped salad of arugula (rocket), sun dried tomato, black olive,  parmesan, courgette, aubergine, and olive oil layered between fresh mozzarella on toast with perfect frites stacked like Lincoln logs.  Heaven!