The Roast-ess with the Most-ess

London's had a change of heart. 

It seems like the capital has had enough of putting us through rain Ladden hair, long john's and colloquial Cloaks! This weekend we saw something out of the ordinary- the sun had put it's new season AW15 Hat on- and we were most certainly singing hip-hip-hooray! 

Shades and Selfies are ofcourse mandatory on a Sunny Sunday in London! 

In the fear that we wouldn't get a north of 10 degree day for another few months, I threw my new Hunters on...

and ventured out into the English Sticks in search of some Fresh Countryside Air (and a Roast but more about that later) 

When the sun is shining in Great Britain, there really is nothing like it..

Weaving through green grass and a little more than gusty wind

And then we got hungry. 

We came across a row of derelict houses and decided to explore further- low and behold... We Found A Pub! 

Grins the size of Russia across our faces & dreaming all things gravy and stuffing we nestled into our seats and demanded the first thing we saw on the menu "A roast please!" 

And just like magic...

A helm of Roast Chicken, Roast Potatoes, Yorkshire Pudding, Pigs in a Blanket, Roasted Carrots & Parsnips laced in oodles of Bread Sauce

Drool. 

Exasperated and gasping for air without a thought of eating a morsel more...

It was Dessert Time!

A trio of desserts. 

Treacle Tart, Creme Brule, Salted Caramel Mousse and an Ice Cream Cookie Sandwich!

It definitely Treacle'd us nicely for a Sunny Sunday in London!

How did you spend your Lazy Sunday? 

An Egg-cellent Morning at The Breakfast Club

I'm a naughty girl. 

Week on week I hear about the catastrophe of a que that lines up outside of The Breakfast Club- I see it too! Whether it's Spitalfields or Soho, Battersea or Hoxton- like clockwork a que the length of a bible forms outside the beloved bright yellow door. 

See, I've never liked a que. Something to do with that standing still while life passes me by thing. 

Shh... don't tell anyone- I may have found a way to avoid any que at any breakfast club at any time! I'd give you the secret as long as you promised to keep it to yourself? Deal? 

Anyway, having done said secret we were seated and buzzing for some classic breakfast specials. (Warning: the SOME as opposed to A is intentional- what you're about to view is food history.) 

Now to say we were hungry is an understatement... 

The most deliciously Runny Eggs Benedict... 

The fluffiest pancakes stacked high with rashes of the most Crisp Bacon

Achin' for Bacon! 

The crunchiest Bircher Museli...

Drool. 

Topped off with a fresh as pants Smoothie...

Full? Had enough? Never! 

After spending an additional hour gossiping away about all things Life, Fashion Week and Fifty Shades- we peeked at excessive...

Because all Happy Endings end with a Chocolate Brownie! 

It's becoming a bit of an institution so The Breakfast Club is definitely one you want to check out! Take my advice, head there as early as possible if not outside of peak brunching times- or risk que'ing for hours (unless you have THE SECRET )