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An Indulgent Brunch at Angelina, Paris

Mont Blanc patisserie

Finding the place to eat the famous foods of Paris is like finding a needle in a haystack. There's baguettes and macaroons and red wine on every corner, but that obviously doesn't mean it's good, which is why I insisted on returning to Angelina during my most recent visit to France.

One Day in Paris: Where to Eat Breakfast, Lunch & Dinner

Baked chorizo and eggs

Gosh, we're lucky here in the UK. The fact that a casual day trip over to France is a) feasible and b) affordable, is a luxury that I certainly don't take advantage of enough. With Eurostar pinging you straight from St Pancras into the centre of Paris, you can get your culture on easy-peasy AND stuff your face with deliciousness at the same time. I walk everywhere in Paris, so I need the fuel; here's where I'd happily eat three meals a day, every day:

A Beautiful Breakfast at Bloom, Luxembourg City

Granola, yoghurt and fresh fruit in a bowl

Luxembourg is small. It's easily forgotten, sandwiched in between its shiny neighbours of France, Belgium and Germany, so I didn't expect all that much. I've never heard of specific cuisine from the country, but after some surprisingly delicious finds recently in Romania, I knew I'd find something. A short search on Instagram showed up Bloom; a small cafe a short walk from my hotel and on the outskirts of the main city.

Breakfast at Ya Kun Kaya Toast, Singapore

Kaya toast with poached eggs and sweet milk tea

I struggle at breakfast time in Asia. It is mostly just a choice of food I'd normally have for lunch or dinner, and quite often it will involve some sort of chilli sauce which is just a bit too much for my constitution so early on in the day.  The thing is, I know that when I have a full day of exploring planned, I need to load up on calories to keep myself going. In preparation for a full day in Singapore's Chinatown I headed to Ya Kun Kaya Toast - a cafe chain but with the feel of an independent store.

Breakfast at Imbi Market, Kuala Lumpur

ah fook chee cheong fun imbi market breakfast

On my first day in Kuala Lumpur, I decided to shun the all-you-can-eat breakfast at my hotel and instead head to Imbi Market. Well known to the locals, it opens at 4am to provide shoppers with their fresh produce, before people settle down at a more acceptable hour to have breakfast cooked for them by various street vendors.

Breakfast at Granger & Co

scrambled eggs avocado toast

Going out for breakfast still feels like such a luxury. I like my lie-ins on a weekend and so I often can't be bothered with getting dressed to go out in time for the breakfast service cut-off, but when I do I remember why I like it so much. I love the ceremony of eating that particular meal in a restaurant: the pot of tea, the setting up for the day with a meal rather than a sugary bowl of cardboard at my desk.

What I've Been Eating #4

london food blog

As much as I love writing full blown food reviews, sometimes it's not always appropriate to whip out a camera at the dinner table, or I may only have my phone with me which just doesn't do the meal justice. Here's some of what I've been eating recently (otherwise known as The Reason I Force Myself to Do Exercise)

[Food] Trade, Commercial Street


I once had an argument with a friend about what time counts as brunch. On a weekend I could eat breakfast at 1pm if I'm feeling particularly lazy and can't quite bring myself to go to the shop and buy something. Similarly, I can demolish lunch by 12pm if I'm having a sugar crash at work. I don't think brunch is defined by time, rather it is decided by what you have to eat. Essentially, if you're having a kind of breakfast food around lunchtime and you're in a social setting, you've got yourself a bonafide brunch. It's also a word now synonymous with being pissed by midday, but a trip to Trade was more suited to a pot of tea.

I've walked past Trade a few times and have stopped in to grab a bacon roll after going to the gym (I'm of the 'I did exercise so I can eat this cake' school of thought'). Peeking beyond the till area, I could see the secret garden advertised on the board outside, and was genuinely excited about an outdoor space away from the main road, set in such a busy part of east London.

A few weeks later, I suggested it as a place to meet a friend late one Saturday morning, and by 11.30am, the place was already packed. Long benches and wooden tables are taken up with your standard Shoreditch types, but delighted tourists and young families too. The place isn't big and maybe sits around 40 people at a push, so you may have to perch on the end of an already-taken table, but the buzz and atmosphere means you're neighbours won't be listening to every word you say.


I had poached eggs, pancetta and asparagus on sourdough toast, with the obligatory pot of tea. The toast was crisp, the eggs were runny - it's a simple dish, but it was so nice to have something offered up with eggs other than avocado (which I hate, to the horror of quite a vast majority of people). This isn't a place to come for a greasy fry-up, we're not looking at mounds of baked beans and a fried egg cooked in the same pan as the bacon. It's a lighter, yet not necessarily healthier, choice.


Speaking of not being healthy, I couldn't resist ordering the last bread-and-butter-pudding-croissant. As an amateur baker and professional cake eater, I was fascinated as to what this would be like. Slicing into it, you could see the flaky layers of a croissant, but when tasting it it was much more like a bread and butter pudding - surprisingly thick and really delicious. Luckily for me, there weren't any raisins as you would find in the traditional dish, but there were a couple of berries on the top to make me feel slightly less guilty.

Only a stones throw from Spitalfields Market and Brick Lane, Trade on Commercial Street is a secret well worth sharing. Escape the crowds and disappointing sandwiches and head down to see what new cake hybrids they have in store!


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Breakfast at The Delaunay


When a close friend moves abroad, it is essential to see them off in style. Claire is my go-to friend for finding weird stuff to do in London, from all nighters in cinemas to dining in the dark, so when she told me she was moving away, I knew we had to say goodbye in style. As her schedule was incredibly busy, we managed to squeeze in a breakfast date, and decided to go to The Delaunay - the sister restaurant of The Wolseley.

Located on Aldwych, just off the Strand, it's pretty unsuspecting but the sign outside hints at the regal interior. It's only been open a couple of years, but it looks like it's been there for decades. Decked out in dark wood, warm leathers and deep greens, it has an air of formality but without being uncomfortable. There was a range of diners there, from tourists to business meetings, so we didn't stand out as we excitedly scanned the menu.

I have already made a promise to myself that on a cold winter morning, I will be going in for a bowl of hot chocolate and a baguette, as it sounds like the ultimate luxury. I'm going to take a book and a big scarf and pretend I'm in Paris before braving the icy temperatures of London. But this time, as it was a special occasion, I decided to go for pancakes as I rarely make them at home. I went for bacon and maple syrup, and Claire plumped for berries and cream. The pancakes were light and fluffy, and we washed them down with a pot of English Breakfast tea and some freshly squeezed orange juice.





It was the perfect way to say goodbye to a dear friend and send her off to her new life in the Middle East.


Have you been to The Delaunay? Where are your favourite places to go out for breakfast?

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Food: Riding House Cafe


The Riding House Cafe is another place, hidden off Oxford Street that is well worth the diversion. Tucked into a little corner, decked in beautiful green and adorned with vintage decoration, this place has pushed its way into my favourite places to eat in London with just two visits.

It's quaint crockery, properly attired waiting staff and smoothies served in milk bottles give the place personality and charm. It's exactly how I want all my breakfasts to be served. Suddenly cornflakes at my desk is unbearably boring!


And here's the main reason why I keep fantasising about this place:


These buttermilk pancakes come with maple syrup, berries and clotted cream (and I ordered a side of crispy smoked bacon too), and are honestly the best pancakes I've ever had. Excuse me whilst I just wipe the drool off my keyboard...


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As of 20th November 2014, any products marked with an asterisk (*) have been provided as a sample for unbiased review