Tuesday 1 April 2014

88. Where Lobsters Come To Die

31st March 2014, Riding House Cafe, Fitzrovia, London

My favourite Floridian often speaks of having specific food weaknesses where it's basically impossible to resist certain dishes should they be on the menu.

If hers are mac'n'cheese and sticky toffee pudding then mine are definitely lobster and Eggs Benedict. Which is why I've been dying to try Riding House Café's Lobster Benedict for absolute ages now.

The concept is simple yet genius; same English muffin, poached egg and hollandaise as with Eggs Benedict but instead of ham - half a lobster and some caviar.

And, it was purely orgasmic. Like seriously, I didn't even finish any of my extra pancakes because they were suddenly not as delicious following the amazing eggs and lobster. Also, I didn't even eat any of Hell's Bells side granola on the side of her side pancakes. I think the waiter was genuinely concerned for my well being.

Turns out - lobster for breakfast is a winner.

I will never have anything else for breakfast again.



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