I can’t remember where I read such good things about the
brunch at the Riding House Café that I put it on my list, but I kind of wish I
hadn’t bothered.
Not that it isn’t a nice set of surroundings to eat in with its rustic/deco furnishings. Considering we just about made it in, and had to sit
at the bar, plenty of people clearly really like it. But I was underwhelmed.
Both Alison and I ordered the lobster benedict, which sounded gloriously
indulgent. Instead, on two dry, unbuttered muffins were a few flaky, dryish bits of
lobster, two smallish poached eggs and some hollandaise. I don’t often say this
about lobster but – ‘meh’. It was alright. Not the decadence that you expect when
you order lobster. And not cheap either, two eggs were £16!! I had also ordered some mashed
potatoes with olive oil. Tasty enough but strangely dry considering the amount
of oil it arrived in.
Alison’s chicory salad was nice and fresh though, and I really enjoyed my bloody mary. Alison had a Prosecco which doesn’t require much remarking upon except to say that our bartender forgot to bring it to her and we had to remind him.
Alison’s chicory salad was nice and fresh though, and I really enjoyed my bloody mary. Alison had a Prosecco which doesn’t require much remarking upon except to say that our bartender forgot to bring it to her and we had to remind him.
I fear we have been spoiled for brunch places of late with the likes of 100 Hoxton, L'entrepot, the Ginger Pig and Caravan, all of which I'd return to in a heartbeat.
