We've had tea all over town, but no place spoils us like the Ritz. From the sweet valets to the tart lemon curd, every detail of the experience is spot-on, which is what you'd expect when you're paying big bucks for a sip of English Breakfast. It's worth every penny, as far as we're concerned, to perch on the edges of fancy furniture, pinky crooked just so, nibbling on scones and cucumber finger sandwiches — the main character in our own fairy tale. Until The Plaza opens a Phoenix branch and we can slurp with Eloise, we'll be taking our afternoon tea here, dahling, thank you very much.