dirty bones london
Get ready for a super sexy weekend feast, London friends; I am about to introduce you to the Queen of All-American brunches.

The weekend before returning to the US I had managed to whip myself into full-force stars and stripes mode, thus deciding the best way to cure Saturday’s hangover was to take my similarly fragile brunch date to Shoreditch for Dirty Bones‘ New York-style comfort food.

Dirty Bones – all heigh ceilings, casual elegance and cool kid vibes – is brunch goals epitomised. Starting with spiked iced coffees (triple espresso, Courvoisier VSOP cognac, Mozart Dry Chocolate spirit
& cream), we decided to split an order of Avocado “Shoreditch” Crumpets (toasted with umami butter, poached eggs, hollandaise, avocado & garlic guacamole, and Sriracha hot sauce) while we made the intensely difficult choices between brunch mains.

While my date opted for the short rib hash (14 hour slow-cooked pulled short rib finished with caramelised shallots, mustard seeds, potatoes & two sunny side-up eggs) I couldn’t refuse my pervasive Stateside fave: chicken & waffle.

As I no longer eat meat at home, I was hesitant to select chicken – in all its basic glory – as the heart of my meal out but could not have been more pleased with the waffle-topped result. Their free range chicken is 6 hour brined and 6 hour sous-vide cooked for extra tenderness and flavour. So much so I took a under-crust photo for proof, below, between maple syrup-dipped mouthgasms. (Not that our shared just-in-case crispy candied bacon was left behind…)

Stupidly, we planned to share Dirty Bones’ matcha custard french toast for dessert but were convinced otherwise by very full and happy bellies. Bookmarking the dis for my return trip, I settled for a dirty Chai (just the way it should be) while my companion swooned his way through a Butter Baby milkshake – creamy butterscotch, vanilla ice cream, milk, and a shot of Ketel One.

That’s what you call recovery food.

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aster brunch london
As you may remember from staycations past, Victoria is one of my favourite (and most convenient) places to “holiday” As a foodie, a saunter in SW1 provides much more than theatres and access to what feels like every train and bus in London.

It is a mecca for culinary exploration and, currently, home to the best brunch in London: Saturday’s bottomless brunch at Aster.

I have had my fair share of bottomless brunches in my day (some more recent than others) and Aster’s version takes the Almond, Runeberg, blood orange, and lemon meringue cake.

From 12-4pm, the brand new glass-walled restaurant/cafe/deli/bar invites guests to luxuriate over two (£21) or three (£26) perfectly crafted courses, listen to live music, and drain them of bottomless bubbles (£15 extra).

And that we did.

Over three hours, Kate Threlfall and her string quartet crooned sweet, jazzy nothings to us while we indulged in “Eggs Victoria” (lobster, seeded rye & truffle hollandaise), a flat iron steak (with café de paris butter & remoulade, wild reindeer sausages (with caramelised onions & lingonberries), a chocolate tart, and the aforementioned almond cake.

For a newborn (the restaurant opened January 2017), Aster’s brunch implies a very successful future.

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