Few restaurants in London have managed to capture my heart like Muriel’s Kitchen. Muriel’s just has it.
And while I may be biased – given my ever long hankering for all things pancakes + brunch based and generally sweet… Muriel’s serves things like waffles and big brekkies. Ain’t that a treat?
Still, whether its the decorative green vines strung along the furniture, the swingy-egg like seat by the window, or the brick thick brownies and cake frosting galore on display from first thing in the morning…I’m not quite sure. But Muriel’s is an all-day haven in the middle of Leicester square, treating central-goers to good eggs and fresh juice there, or again over in South Ken.
- Avocados are on the menu. Haters gonna hate, but the option is there should your mood be too. Nothing irks me more than an avocado-less brunch spot visit that coincides with an egg-and-avocado-with-hollandaise kind of day. Srsly. The struggle can be real.
…Admittedly, it wasn’t quite one of those days, but it made the decision process a little trickier nonetheless (which is always a sign of a mouth watering menu).
Jessie had her hollandaise with some flaky salmon though:
- Everything is big. Big. Big big big. It’s called breakfast for a reason right? As in, you’re literally breaaaaking that 12 hour fasting coma that you’ve woken up from… It’s a big deal and deserves serious nourishment every single time. At Muriel’s, the big jars of granola are big. The butties are big. The cakes are big. The big breakfasts are…well, big. And while the waffle could have come with say, 2 eggs instead of just the one (yup, yolk addict here), it was otherwise the perfect portion – graciously big. Muriel’s kitchen knows how to feed you. The restaurant is also big and tables are plentiful, plus the staff totally let you stand around for 5 minutes ++ while you decide where you wanna sit. Who doesn’t love a brunch spot that seats you without a wait? I can’t speak for South Ken, but in my experience I’ve never found Leicester square too busy to accommodate me and my appetite. Go Muriel’s.
- Their pancakes. Their pancakes are just like…oh-my-god-I-can’t-believe-I-didn’t-order-those worthy. SERIOUSLY. When me and Jessie visited Muriel’s, I had decided to make it a savory trip and embrace something bacon & eggy for once (before I drizzled maple syrup over it all, by standard). The pancakes had caught both of our eyes, but I guess we just kind of thought they would be ordinary pancakes and not actually oh-my-god-I-can’t-believe-I-didn’t-order-those worthy. We were so wrong. About an hour later however, the girls who had sat down at the table next to us got delivered the most beautiful, sugar dusted plate of inch thick and fluffy, blueberry pancakes. All I can say is: our eyes flickered. The food envy was intense.
Naturally, we decided we hadn’t had our fill and went to order some of our own to share. Unfortunately…we had asked a little too late (or 5 minutes too early?!), as breakfast was ending at 12 and the “chefs would go crazy”…Although we had technically asked for them at 11:55am precisely, we just didn’t stir anything up and instead just kind of dropped the idea and moved ourselves somewhere else for mochas and some Spain planning. I work in a restaurant myself, and whenever this brunch/lunch cusp scenario makes an appearance we all just give in as long as the time truly is within reason since, at the end of the day, an extra dish does get to be sold…
Anyhow, I totally made up for it in the next few days though with these blueberry and pear pancakes though, plus some other stacked banana beauties that made the lingering cravings fade.
So yeah. While we became a little silently huffy over the pancake rejection, Muriel’s is still my favourite café/restaurant/brunch spot in London for all of the reasons above plus many more that I haven’t quite put my finger on yet. I just love the concept of Muriel’s.
I also love their seasonal menus and fresh ingredients. I love their blue Clarence court eggs and the way you can order baked beans on the side of things. I love their cakes and brick thick brownies and, I love the way that waiters there never cease to remember me as the girl hovering around the counter who just ‘can’t make her mind up’, in the best possible way.
Take a visit and, just like Jessie over here – you might be tempted to simply fall in love with the place at first seat/sight of these pretty burdies:
Stay tuned for round 2 (hopefully) featuring pancakes a la here!
Where in London do the best pancakes you’ve ever had? Do you ever make something at home after you’ve seen it somewhere else on a menu? And most importantly: What’s does your ideal brunch consist of?!
Have a great start to the week!