Currently obsessed with grapefruit. Like, really obsessed.…
Handpicked Rhubarb
My friend, Ayden, moved into a proper grown-up home with a garden. The previous owner has planted lots of fruit and vegetables, so I took some rhubarb home. I haven’t had rhubarb since I was a kid, which I used to dip in sugar. My metabolism wouldn’t forgive me for that now, so I just boiled it and washed it down with black coffee. It was a tasty breakfast!
Breakfast at Kelvingrove Cafe
I published this post yesterday and then my site got hacked. I can’t remember what I wrote, but the gist of it was: breakfast at Kelvingrove Cafe was good.
Fifi and Ally
Brunch with Miss Connolly is a regular occurrence at the weekend. We’ve uncovered a few good spots as of late, namely St Louis on Dumbarton Road. I guess there had to be a bad egg in there somewhere, and that bad egg was Fifi and Ally. A stingy portion in comparsion to the same dish at Tribeca or St Louis, yet priced the same as the latter. But what was worse, for me, was the maple syrup that was listed as accompanying the waffle wasn’t even syrup; it was honey.
I take my cheat meal seriously, and this was a total waste. I won’t be back.
Loudons in Edinburgh
I am a sucker for an independent coffee shop. I’ve never understood why people choose to go to Starbucks. Having walked past Loudons on my previous trip to Edinburgh, my sister and I made a note to return, which we did so this morning on the hunt for breakfast.
There were a couple of bonuses. It was sunny and they had outdoor seats, which was perfect as my sister and I both had our dogs with us. And they had the most handsome barista ever. Sold.
On another note, this is the second time in the past few weeks I have picked up my camera thinking it has the 50mm attached, only to be disappointed to find it’s the 28mm. Boo!
Meet Me At St Louis
Every Sunday, for the rest of our lives. I’ll have waffles with bacon and maple syrup, please. And a latte ‘cos I’m a fatty.
When Lindsay asked where I wanted to go for brunch, I asked her to take me somewhere new. It’s easy to get into a habit of visiting regular spots, and while I will always wax lyrical about Tribeca’s french toast, it’s Glasgow we’re talking about and there are a thousand other places to discover. Enter St Louis cafe, which is on Dumbarton Road nearer to the Partick end of the city.
After OD’ing on sugar, we drove to Holmwood for a play in the sun and yet more coffee. Perfect Sunday!
