We left our run a little late for a choice of accommodation, it was the last week of the Impressionist exhibition at the National Gallery and even three weeks out accommdation was in very short supply. We did however manage to score a classy room at the Formule1 motel.
Sunday morning we took ourselves off the the Poacher's Pantry for what I reckon may well have been the best brunch ever. I had spinach and fetta fritatta with bacon and chili jam, Judy had smoked salmon and asparagus and Ian baked eggs with washed rind cheese and prosciutto - all meals had beautiful sour dough bread.

Here we are - post brunch - looking very pleased with ourselves despite looking into an eye-squintingly bright sun.
Hey AP's, looks like you had a nice weekend & sounds like a delicious brunch. Got to love the Formule 1 eh? J & J x
ReplyDeletePicture success! That's a lovely photo. Oh for some sunny brunch weather (and establishments) in this part of the world. Love Rach.
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