I don’t know about anybody else, but I usually find sundays kind of depressing. Monday is looming, 5 more days of work are coming up and you still haven’t caught up on your sleep from the last 5.
That was until of course I discovered the beauty of brunch. I know I am very late to the game with this one but now I can’t imagine sundays going any other way.
It was during a long weekend in London, we were hungover, tired and hungry and looking for somewhere to eat when we saw this sign.
It was the Bishopgate Kitchen near Liverpool Street Station. Warm and inviting,we quickly took our seats at the long wooden high rise table lined with quirky coloured toasters. After climbing on to the high bar stool, not easy when you’re only 5″3, the next challenge was deciding what to eat. Everything sounded AMAZING! The Chorizo hash, poached duck egg, spinach & manchego cheese, the slow roast port belly sandwich or even the simple almond and honey granola with greek yoghurt and blueberry compote. And then what to drink? An Endless array of juices and teas was presented to us by a waiter who was most delightful too.
In the end, I went for american pancakes with maple syrup and streaky bacon, fresh orange juice and breakfast tea in an amazing teapot. A winning breakfast, I’m sure you’ll agree, and how adorable is the china plate!