Last weekend Josh and I decided to treat ourselves to breakfast at a little bistro not too far from our front door. It was pre-fashion week for me, so I completely justified this by claiming I’d need the energy. I’d been to Mange Tout a few times over the past two years and hadn’t been overly impressed with the service, but decided to give it another go as I was hungry and their poached eggs are just heavenly.
The service was much better this time around (although when ever we eat out with Nala in tow the service always seems to be spot on – I don’ think that’s a coincidence). Our food arrived rather swiftly – Josh had a ham and cheese croissant and I had eggs royal – and we sat for a good hour with a pot of tea chatting about our plans with the occasional hint of stupidity from yours truly. Recently I’ve been coming out with the most stupid comments in conversation – although Josh and I laugh a lot about it I’m now very aware of this when I talk to anyone else. DOH.
Overall I was really pleased with our choice of breakfast this time round, the only thing I could ask for is a slightly more varied menu – but then again when you make the best poached eggs in Brighton you don’t really need an extensive menu.
This weekend we’ve tried not to eat out too much, I’ve been trying to stick to healthy(-er) breakfasts and have been so busy that I just haven’t had time to even pop out for coffee. It’s worked out well really considering I have a super busy few days this week and the first week of October is bound to be full of rubbish food (10 October points if you can guess why?).