Slip into the bar at the Chambers Hotel after dinner anywhere and lose yourself in the tingling tropical illusion of the cocktail called Passion — Moët Brut Rose blended with a purée of fresh passion fruit. Tables in the richly padded balcony lounge let you look down the cascades of crystal droplets to the diners lingering in Town below as the two of you share apple strudel under shingles of lusciously pungent cheddar, or the chocolate gratin with rose marmalade and raspberries. Or ask to see the list of premium teas — green-tea anemone in a rosette or Dragon Pearl "rolled from a perfect spring leaf and bud" — if only to muse for a moment, and maybe laugh, at how serious we could be in our petty obsessions only days ago.