IT was hard to decide which was sweeter, the tower of chocolatey treats on our table or the view of York Minster from the bay window.
Luckily, afternoon tea at The Principal allowed my husband Thom and I to feast on both, washed down with a pot of Earl Grey.
The hotel is a stone’s throw from York station and has been refreshing weary travellers for 145 years.
Who wouldn’t feel at home amid its comfortable Victorian grandeur?
Our room had all the mod cons, but a sense of history has been retained throughout the hotel, including the attractive corridors that feature original, ornate tiles.