There has been a great deal of build up to my visit to Riding House Café. Email correspondence between the PRs and I has even been fraught due to miscommunication (as is often the case with techy-chat) and then, last Saturday night, everyone’s plans were scuppered by the cold fluffy stuff. Finally, today, I took long awaited elevenses with my writer friend, at the modern all-day brasserie tucked away behind Oxford Street.
I have always found elevenses to be a much under-rated mini meal. Eating breakfast at 7am leaves a serious five or six hours before lunch and I often need a little something to bridge the gap. The writer friend and I both work at home and so were craving a reason to take a break from fluffy slippers, big jumpers and our laptops.