It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a person in possession of a large hangover, must be in want of a brunch. Tom's Kitchen at Somerset House serves a wonderful brunch for the hungover.
There are several great things about Tom's Kitchen for brunch.
Firstly, it is easy to get a table assuming you arrive early (except during Fashion Week, when none of these rules apply). Booking in advance for brunch would require mental capacity I do not have post drinking. Secondly, it is reasonably priced. Thirdly, it is a very relaxed environment where no one really minds what you roll up looking like. SImilarly, if it is sunny the dining room catches enough sunlight that you can wear sunglasses in doors. Fourthly, if brunch cures you of your ailment your then in Somerset House right next to the Courtauld Institute. Fifthly, at 10am the place is empty, good for a pounding headache and means you can grab a large table and spread out your newspaper. Which brings me on to the only downside - I am not sure if they have newspapers.
So on one Saturday The Boyfriend, The Roomate and I rolled up for Brunch.
Like Roast, the staff weren't the friendliest people in the world. At first, they tried to tell us they weren't open till 12 (we were the first to arrive) and then when we were seated, after being given a Lunch/Dinner menu and requested a breakfast menu, the waiter tried to convince us for about five minutes we had the right menu. Eventually, we convinced him and managed to get the correct menu.
Both The Roomate and I went for the waffles. Now, I am not a waffle expert, although I am a fan, and I can happily say these are wonderful. Cinnamon, apple, maple syrup is a winning combination and it is perfectly executed each time. The Roomate stated these were the best waffles she had ever eaten - high praise from a Canadian.
The Boyfriend, less hungover and with much more will power went for scrambled eggs with smoked salmon - which he liked. A little strange to combine, the eggs with the smoked salmon, but not wholly unpleasant says The Boyfriend.
Accompanied by one tea and three juices, the total bill came to £10 a head. Not bad at all.
So on one Saturday The Boyfriend, The Roomate and I rolled up for Brunch.
Like Roast, the staff weren't the friendliest people in the world. At first, they tried to tell us they weren't open till 12 (we were the first to arrive) and then when we were seated, after being given a Lunch/Dinner menu and requested a breakfast menu, the waiter tried to convince us for about five minutes we had the right menu. Eventually, we convinced him and managed to get the correct menu.
The Boyfriend, less hungover and with much more will power went for scrambled eggs with smoked salmon - which he liked. A little strange to combine, the eggs with the smoked salmon, but not wholly unpleasant says The Boyfriend.
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