Here's an entertaining historical tidbit from their website:
Mr Heinz brings Baked Beans to Piccadilly
Since the middle of the century Fortnum & Mason had been the leader in tinned goods – and chief provider of information on how to open the tricky devils with a pocket-knife. This made us the obvious first stop for a young entrepreneur lugging five cases of samples from the USA. Recognising a future staple we took them all, introducing the mighty baked bean to Britain for the first time – one of the more prosaic entries in our ever-expanding list of historic gastronomic firsts.
(this blurry photo is included for Em—
just think, one of your designs might have been here)
Onwards to the National Geographic store, which for some reason didn't seem quite as wonderful as the first time Michael and I visited it, though the famous cover photo of the Afghan girl with extraordinary eyes hasn't lost its magic:
Open grill: Juan would approve.
Thanking our waitress for permitting us to share (and upping the tip proportionately), we scampered next door for our finale at Freggo's. I had passionfruit and berry sorbets, while Cheri chose dulce de leche and white chocolate ice creams. Licking our double-scoop cones, we made our way back along Piccadilly to Green Park tube, happily sated as both tourists and trencherwomen.