Brunch at The Delaunay, London
I’m a fan of breakfast at The Wolseley (all other times are chaotic) and being the baby sister, I hoped for good things at The Delaunay. Fortunately, it did not disappoint and I’ve since become a regular. With a plateful of pancakes, a jug of maple syrup and the company of my wonderful friend Stephanie, what’s not to love about a relaxing morning spent at this Covent Garden eatery.
So there we were: two former Parisian expats, conversing over pretty (and delicious) food and champagne in my favourite city. Friendship (and brunch) doesn’t get better than this.