Poached eggs on toast at Canteen.
With a slightly gory-looking roasted tomato thing.
Ideally, I'd like a runnier yolk than this though.
Ah, that's better…
I nicked the title of the post from this tasty zine.
An apple juice, an Earl Grey tea and an absurdly floppy microwaved cheese and tomato croissant at "tea drinking place" – ahem – Yumchaa – AHEM – in Soho. A hangover cure of sorts. All on a nice tray with elephants on. Lovely and relaxing.
A chicken curry with half and half for my dining companion, a steak for me at the Ashburnham Hotel in Pembrey. Slightly disappointing this time, to be honest. And for the first hour and a half that we were there, they played Johnny Cash's version of Little Drummer Boy on a loop. When we pointed this out to them, they admitted it had probably been on all day and nobody else had noticed. So a bit of a weird evening. Still, at least the arrangement of the peas and fried tomato on my white plate looked a bit festive.