In October 2018, I checked out Mezza9’s quintessential Sunday champagne brunch, not just because of my quivering-knees anticipation to investigate the age-old urban legend that your flute here is never more than a quarter empty before it is instantly replenished with more liquid gold, but also because I was intrigued…
Full English Breakfast from Flutes Restaurant – fried hen’s egg, smoked bacon, housemade baked beans, tomatoes, mushrooms, toasted sourdough. The glistening meat rod played it like a really socialite and Greenwood Avenue-resident Sausage McMuffin patty whilst elsewhere the beans kept things Zumba tight and the salty bacon provided a crisp…
Buttermilk Fried Chicken with Sriracha from Humpback’s Sunday Brunch. The chicken’s performance felt slightly phoned in, but this was inconsequential since the combination of spunky paprika and uncompromisingly unrelenting sriracha dialled up the heat to Fifty Shades of Grey levels. 3.7/5 This was a hosted meal, courtesy of Humpback. Humpback…
Brussels sprouts with chipotle, egg and raisin from Humpback’s spanking new Sunday Brunch menu. Essentially a valentine to everybody’s favourite fartogenic vegetable, with the oil-plump brussels sprouts having a most exemplary bitter crunchiness and some blessed pieces possessing bits of delightfully charred, crisp and paper-thin skin that go crack upon…