providore

it's more famous for its coffee? or so i was told when we went by ages ago in the afternoon for a cuppa. was a little apprehensive about brunch as it seemed too hipster a menu for my liking. recommendation from one of the mister's londoner friends (haha funny how i refuse to identify as such!) but thought to go with an open mind because i'm really at risk of becoming a boring old stick in the mud. had hard-to-please guests with us so i was a little nervous that they'd not like it. also because they'd expressly expressed a preference for sunday roast but the mister and i were being unobliging. there's only so much bossiness one can take, you know? thankful the mister had the foresight to book because the place was packed and we smugly made our way upstairs to the section with tablecloths. said guests have a way of checking their brains at the door and asking me to order for them, not that i mind because my inner control freak not-so-secretly loves being given free rein. so i ordered what i thought they'd like, and they did. the turkish eggs were yummy, as was the chorizo hash (?) mash? can't remember. photographed well, if i may say so myself. pretty efficient service, clearly wanting to turn the tables over and there was a long queue so not the most relaxing of meals but hey.

already at marylebone, we worked off brunch (haha, who are we kidding) by walking to primrose hill. did take forever with guests stopping at every shop along marylebone high street and believe you me there were plenty. then may have been some stamping of feet and gnashing of teeth but we did make it up the hill, unlike the grand old duke of york, and rewarded ourselves with crepes and coffee at the bottom.