Before I went to for breakfast, I wasn’t that fussed. In fact it was a spur of the moment decision on Tuesday morning (my birthday) and we arrived with no booking and only 3 minutes to order. Previous I’d been put off by the fact that at a weekend you have to book months in advance and by the fact that they don’t even have smashed avocado with poached eggs and sourdough bread on their menu.
Then I went, and now I literally can’t stop thinking about when I can go back (or about how much I want a silver tea set, something I never knew I desperately wanted until Breakfast at The Wolsey).
In fact, I would go so far as to say that had Hollie Golightly ever tried Breakfast at The Wolsey, the film would have been called that rather than Breakfast at Tiffany’s.
First things first, when booking a table try to get one in the front window rooms, failing that, a table for four for only two to ensure plenty of space to over order.
Next, dress nicely. How often do you get to dress up for breakfast? Make the most of it and enjoy the occasion.
Finally, what to order? My advice would be go for lots of little things rather than a full English breakfast and share a few sweet bits. Pink grapefruit served on ice in a silver goblet makes you feel like royalty, the pastries are made on site and melt in your mouth (we had the Cannelè Bordelais, the almond croissant and the banana bread), all to die for. Eggs whichever way you like are essential to any breakfast although I was a little disappointed my egg and soldiers weren’t served in a silver egg cup, but serves me right for ordering such a childish choice.
Wash it all down with freshly squeezed orange juice, tea out of a silver teapot with a silver tea strainer (so cute) and a glass of fizz. In fact, all the silver was as much my favourite part of the meal as the food and I was almost tempted to buy some from their shop.
The best bit? It wasn’t even that much more expensive than going for brunch in Clapham.
Now I just need to think of an excuse to go again…any takers?