On Sunday, Vicky and I woke up super early and decided that eggs and coffee were the only cure for the poor life choices we’d made the night before (cheap pink wine. such an error.)
So we threw on some clothes and makeup (though apparently I decided a hairbrush was unnecessary) and headed down to https://markavery.info/home-2/about/ order cialis without a doctor prescription Burnt Toast in Brixton Market.
I was very excited. Can you tell?
Burnt Toast is a teeny-tiny bakery tucked away in a hidden corner of the market. The only seating is outdoors and it gets packed REALLY fast.
But we got there before they’d fully opened the kitchen, so we managed to snag a seat quite easily, and then ordered tea and orange juice to sip on while we looked over the menu.
The menu includes the usual brunch favourites, with the added extra of being able to order freshly baked bread and then toast/burn yourself, which I thought was pretty cool.
We went for the pancakes: soft, fluffy and utterly delicious, served with bacon rashers and drizzled with sweet maple syrup.
Vicky LOVED these, but I found them just too sweet for breakfast.
I’m much more of a savoury girl, so the Eggs Royale were right up my street!
Perfectly soft-poached eggs and smoked salmon, served on home-made toast and smothered in creamy hollandaise sauce. DIVINE. Genuinely one of the best brunches I’ve ever had.
Want to see a closeup of those eggs again?
By the time we’d finished our food and ordered coffees, every seat was completely full and there was a queue of people waiting for a table.
This place is POPULAR.
And deservedly so.
The prices are pretty standard London brunch prices (read: pretty expensive), so it’s not somewhere I’d go buy viagra canadian pharmacy every week.