I am a firm believer that no satisfaction is more personally gratifying than a perfectly cooked egg, accompanied with a little sweet and savoury combination. Breakfast to me is a phenomenon. It can be eaten at any time of day. It can be combined with a flat white or champagne.
With no greater meal being that of breakfast, I ventured out and discovered a little piece of heaven. I am a firm believer that no satisfaction is more personally gratifying than a perfectly cooked egg, accompanied with a little sweet and savoury combination. Breakfast to me is a phenomenon. It can be eaten at any time of day. It can be combined with a flat white or champagne. It can be eaten out or served in bed. And the delight of a simple chicken’s egg, can be transported into taste bud fantasy.
Hallys is a relatively new and picture perfect brunch cafe. Situated along the new kings road, it is the ideal location for people watching. Setting myself up at a table on the pavement, desperately embracing the last of the English sun, I faced myself towards to the street like a Parisian cafe frequenter. People of all shapes and sizes walked past; some with dogs looking far too much like themselves. Others were doing their morning jogs; and then there are always those who epitomise the papers of fashion magazines. However, none of this seemed to matter. Behind me was Hallys. With wooden floors and white washed walls, luminous yellow bar stools and low hanging light fixtures, you know immediately you are in for a treat when you are first welcomed by the bar counter; boasting its selection of freshly baked pastries.
Buzzing with locals and tourists, the smell of coffee, cinnamon and bacon infused eggs filled the air. Ordering a cappuccino as well as a flat white (still trying to figure out which one I prefer), I waited and watched. Setting my eyes on my order, I could barely contain the excitement. Two perfectly soft poached eggs arrived beneath the yellow perfection of hollandaise sauce. With the accompaniment of a fresh, sweet and crisp salad, the egg yolks, upon a light tap, dripped perfectly into the creamed spinach and smoked salmon. Heaven! My roommate eyed my eggs Florentine, while I did much the same with her eggs Benedict. The only difference between them was that crispy bacon and freshly baked sourdough toast. You always know when you have found a delight, when the voices stop, the chattering ends and the only noises you hear are those of the taste bud choirs singing inside you as they serenade the deliciousness down into your ready and waiting stomach.
Knowing that Hallys will be a recommendation going forward, I would only warn and guide you on the below:
Nevertheless, half an hour can always be sacrificed if it means I get to have breakfast twice in a day. Hallys I will be seeing you again very soon.