So much to eat, so little time/stomach space. We had so much amazing food, but here are a few highlights.
I just have to see the word biscuit on an American menu and I get unreasonably excited. I’m not sure why I am quite so fond of these scone-like carb-fests, but there is something addictive about them.
I miss brunch. Farnborough, where I currently live, is not a brunch hotspot. There are plenty of places to get a fry-up, but for snooty gourmands like myself, there is a distinct lack of free-range meaty goodness, artisan bread products and things smothered in Hollandaise. (Yes, I am as pretentious as I sound…)
We went out for brunch on a Sunday morning in Bristol, and after our first destination turned out to be closed, our friend led us to the nearby Primrose Cafe (1 Clifton Arcade, Clifton, Bristol).
