Let’s get real here… looking at art is TIRING & ENERGY-DEPLETING. Let’s just say after 6+ hours of running around Rome from cathedral to cathedral that when the waiter brought this bread plate over, I looked as ecstatic as St. Teresa.
In between bites, I remember saying that this was one of the “BEST BREAD PLATES EVER,” with no one else affirming me whatsoever. I ended up devouring half of this plate - either because it was indeed the best bread plate ever or because I was that hungry.
Top of the dome of St. Peter’s in Rome… this picture is funny…
The famous Laocoon in Vatican Museum
There is no question about it: my favorite meal of the day is breakfast. And nearly all of my favorite foods are breakfast foods.
Good thing London has adequate breakfast fare.
Ok, more than adequate. Fantastic.
Be warned that it is difficult not to stumble around the shop drooling at the sight of the baked goods, which are located at the front.
The back area houses the restaurant, a very minimalist space with long communal tables, plastic chairs, translucent doors, and bare-white walls.
There are all toasters hanging from the ceiling. My kinda place.
The “toast bar.” Homemade banana butter, homemade strawberry preserves, homemade nutella with whole hazelnuts, and fresh butter.
Trust me, this stuff tastes as good as it looks.
It was early in the morning; we were some of the first customers. I am not completely awake.
Started off with some earl grey tea.
Carrie’s Cinnamon French Toast, made with brioche, served with creme fraiche and mixed berry / Muscat compote.
I ordered Scrambled Eggs & Forman’s Cured Smoked Salmon, served with toasted sourdough, a mixed leaf salad, and creme fraiche.
Obliterated and into my belly.
So completely satisfied. What a way to begin a day.
On the streets of Carrara