Don’t go on a Saturday! This is our only caution, dear readers. But if you somehow find yourself in that subterranean weirdscape known as the Holt’s Netherworld, and your blood sugar level is precariously low, and it’s not a Saturday or Sunday, well, then, by all means, do try a mildly overpriced biscuit at the Holt Renfrew cafe. We didn’t expect such goodness, such shortbreaded splendour. Indeed, despite the lack of seating, and the presence of way too much flat-ironed teenage hair and velour jumpsuitage, Holts provided us a surprisingly good emergency baked good. Not too big and not too small, and way too chocolatey. Works for us.