Posh
Breakfast this morning was at Harvey Nichols. Pre-opening, on someone else’s bill. V posh, needless to say.
And yet, at the same time, at least 50% disappointing, perhaps because I’d been expecting too much. The venue was nice, of course; we were in the restaurant and bar out back, which is a bit like the inside of a particularly bright armadillo and suffers from poor views. The food, too, was nice, although in all honesty I actually only got to look at a lot of it because they were crap at catering for vegetarians. If you couldn’t eat the ham-stuffed croissants or the sausage and bacon they brought just a small pile of scrambled egg on an aerobie sized plate.
But it was good egg. Extremely good egg. Clearly mixed with cream, not just milk, and with fresh chives chopped in to give it a bit of colour and some extra flavour.
Overall, though, a poor showing for somewhere so glorified in the trendy press.
The grapefruit juice tasted of lavendar.
Ugh.
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