Canary Wharf is an eerily quiet place to be on a Sunday morning.
I'm sure Monday to Friday it's full of the buzz and bustle of smartly suited business people manically buying, selling and generally being very important.
I'm sure Monday to Friday it's full of the buzz and bustle of smartly suited business people manically buying, selling and generally being very important.
But the weekend is a different story.
The London Underground doors slid open automatically, revealing a completely empty platform. And as we wandered through the metalic, shiny station, we didn't see a single human being, just sign posts and big glass doors and long, silver escalators.
And outside was just the same.
Wide empty roads.
Tall empty tower blocks.
And a big, empty cafe, where we were meant to be meeting our friends.
" I've reserved a table for 4," I said unnecessarily to the waitress.
" Well," she said, pointing to a table with a sofa and basket chairs, " I'd reserved this one for you, but…… basically, you can choose any table you want."
There's something about an empty cafe which makes you feel that you have made the wrong decision.
So, pretending that we hadn't noticed that we were the only people there, we flixkws through a menu while we waited for our friends.
And that's when I discovered something that made the reservation worthwhile and the empty cafe, the best breakfast joint in the world.
Because after the coffees, teas and hot chocolates on the drinks list, was the list for
" Naughty and Nice BREAKFAST COCKTAILS."
And suddenly Sunday morning stretched before us in a haze of poached eggs, toast, bacon and perfectly blended alcohol.
Parlour Bloody Mary, Breakfast in Bloom Martini and Morning Fruit Sparkles.
Our friends arrived and we ordered the Sparkles and Martinis ( a surprisingly delicious mix of alcohol an marmalade! ) and the morning melted into the afternoon.
And the waitress came and asked if we wanted to look at the dessert menu.
" Does breakfast usually come with dessert?" I asked.
The waitress looked confused and glanced around the no longer empty cafe at the customers ordering lunch
" Does breakfast usually come with cocktails?," asked one of our friends.
" It should do," I said.
And ordering another round of toast and jam and breakfast cocktails, we raised our glasses to perfect Sunday mornings and almost empty cafes.
And if we had been there today, we would have raised our glasses to Nelson Mandela:
an "almost saint," in an almost hero-less world.
RIP Nelson Mandela
The London Underground doors slid open automatically, revealing a completely empty platform. And as we wandered through the metalic, shiny station, we didn't see a single human being, just sign posts and big glass doors and long, silver escalators.
And outside was just the same.
Wide empty roads.
Tall empty tower blocks.
And a big, empty cafe, where we were meant to be meeting our friends.
" I've reserved a table for 4," I said unnecessarily to the waitress.
" Well," she said, pointing to a table with a sofa and basket chairs, " I'd reserved this one for you, but…… basically, you can choose any table you want."
There's something about an empty cafe which makes you feel that you have made the wrong decision.
So, pretending that we hadn't noticed that we were the only people there, we flixkws through a menu while we waited for our friends.
And that's when I discovered something that made the reservation worthwhile and the empty cafe, the best breakfast joint in the world.
Because after the coffees, teas and hot chocolates on the drinks list, was the list for
" Naughty and Nice BREAKFAST COCKTAILS."
And suddenly Sunday morning stretched before us in a haze of poached eggs, toast, bacon and perfectly blended alcohol.
Parlour Bloody Mary, Breakfast in Bloom Martini and Morning Fruit Sparkles.
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| Breakfast in Bloom Martini and Morning Fruit Sparkles, The Parlour, Canary Wharf |
Our friends arrived and we ordered the Sparkles and Martinis ( a surprisingly delicious mix of alcohol an marmalade! ) and the morning melted into the afternoon.
And the waitress came and asked if we wanted to look at the dessert menu.
" Does breakfast usually come with dessert?" I asked.
The waitress looked confused and glanced around the no longer empty cafe at the customers ordering lunch
" Does breakfast usually come with cocktails?," asked one of our friends.
" It should do," I said.
And ordering another round of toast and jam and breakfast cocktails, we raised our glasses to perfect Sunday mornings and almost empty cafes.
And if we had been there today, we would have raised our glasses to Nelson Mandela:
an "almost saint," in an almost hero-less world.
RIP Nelson Mandela
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