|Gap jumper & wedges, River Island skirt, Zara trench and Topshop bag|
To be honest, I'm a sucker for an interior, so when a restaurant looks beautiful on the inside, I'll tend to overlook a fault or two elsewhere.
Fortunately, The Wolseley has no faults - it's one of those annoying women who is smart, beautiful, funny, endearing and can do the box splits. Damn that woman.
Except the Wolseley feels more like a man, or even a machine; a well oiled machine that has been running since the turn of the century. In actual fact 2003.
Earl Grey & Green Tea.
The beauty of a long distance relationship, is that every visit becomes an event. The boy and I are reluctant to simply sit at home when we have such a beautiful city on our doorstep and a wonderful companion to explore it with. With that spirit in mind, we booked in for a Sunday brunch with no trouble.
I'd recommend calling to book a table, as you'll have more luck on the phone than the net. Their website only published very early time slots. Everyone likes a little snooze of a Sunday.
Fishcake, Poached Egg, Hollandaise & Spinach. Quite genuinely the most beautiful breakfast meal I have had a very long time.
This week I made the step from pescetarian to vegetarian, and so this was to be my last fish meal. Very sad I won't be able to order this beauty again but quite proud of myself for taking the leap I've been meaning to for so long.
I have a sweet tooth, so when it comes to breakfast it's hard for me to avoid stacked pancakes & sticky pastries. To do the trick we
ordered some fresh bread & condiments in the form of lemon curd, chocolate spread, marmalade & the good old strawberry jam.