So its been awhile.
I am not sure I even know how to find fooddescriby words after being stuck in an Olympic Stadium/ Culinary desert for 4 months.
But on the basis that two amazing things happened this morning, it feels like the right time to dust this sucker off and post an entry...
1st amazing thing: The sun decided to make an appearance (if you live in Spain you won't realise just how amazing this is during the wettestbritishsummerinhistory)
2nd amazing thing: I said fuckit and decided to take my time and go for breakfast with a friend before another Sunday working.
I can't take any credit for finding this little slice of sunny london morning heaven. That would be down to Melissa. My only contribution for the morning was managing to find car keys and sunglasses and wallet, which on its own is a major accomplishment for me at the moment.
If you have read any of my other posts you will know that for me, a key criteria for a great breakfast place is that it must serve breakfast until late. Pah to those early morning joints which stop serving at 11am! Basic reason being I am a lazyass that has no interest in getting up early on Sundays. Today I broke my own rules and so we showed up at 9am which was probably an hour too early for this chilled out, zen gem which was clearly still recovering from a crazy busy Saturday (chef was AWOL to go to the local fresh market to buy eggs and stuff).
Nevertheless - the coffee was still great and even though we weren't in the mood for all the lovely fruity/ health breakfast options they could offer until said chef returned, we were in the mood for the uber delicious, cheese oozing Toasty at the bottom of the chalkboard.
If I had to go there again, I would invest in a gigantic hangover first, because that Toasty could easily be medically classified as a sure fire remedy for Itchy Scratchy hangovers. If not hungover or having pulled in there after a 10km run. you could easily share one.
I have no clue what other breakfast things they offer there (I got the feeling that the chef decides every morning what he feels like making and can find fresh ingredients for in the market), but if the toasted cheese is anything to go by, what ever pops out from that counter will be good.
I should also mention that just sitting canal side with a coffee is fantastic. If I didn't have to work I probably would have ordered a glass of wine. Or a Mojitto. There are exuberant spaniels. A lemon tree. Ducks. Strange semi naked boat dudes. Dude in his nightshirt. And many many other interesting people to chat to or just watch the world cycle by with.
So next time you wake up on the weekend and the sun is shining, head East. Check the chalkboard and make a wish...
Towpath
Regent's Canal towpath,
between Whitmore Bridge and Kingsland Road Bridge
N1 5SB
Transport Haggerston rail or 67, 149 bus
How To Get There