SLICE OF MY LIFE
FOR me, brunch is all about the bread. Without it, why get out of bed? With the passing of Passover, bread is back on the menu and it’s worth leaping out of bed again.
We’ll be celebrating a birthday chez Prever this weekend, so have a very smart brunch booked at St John’s Wood’s Ivy Café, one of my favourite morning venues. On a regular weekend I’d be hot-footing it to Flourish. The craft bakery is in an unlikely venue – a Watford industrial estate — but well worth the trip. Its bread is top notch, and brunch in the on-site café, is similarly faultless. I’ve not met a dish there I haven’t loved – from smashed avo with poached eggs to porridge. Be prepared to queue. For an altogether more deluxe experience head to Le Caprice — just off Piccadilly. They have the smoothest waiters in town (led by general manager of 19 years, Jose Torres) and the best bellinis. The new brunch menu is packed with all my favourites plus a few more unusual offerings.
IN other news, I’m delighted to announce a new arrival —my blog for the JC website, The Fresser. I am The Fresser and it’s my chance to share more of my favourite recipes, exciting edibles and no-brainer nosh. Where I’ve been eating, what I’ve been cooking and the latest food trends — it will all be there. I’m a born fresser. A greedy baby who sang as my mother spooned Farley’s rusks into my (birdlike) open mouth. At family simchahs, snacks were moved from low tables or I’d hoover them up. Embarrassing, but a true badge of my fresser status. You’ll find me at thejc.com/ Fresser