I miss Australian restaurants and cafes. What can I say? Food is just not of quite the same calibre over here. Perhaps because so much of it is prepared in bulk, or because of the cramped little kitchens that seem to be a feature in every restaurant, but Australia has the monopoly on fresh produce and quirky cafes.
That’s not to say that we haven’t seen and tasted some truly amazing things since arriving in London. The food halls at Harrods and Selfridges were jaw dropping and the ice-cream sundaes that I mentioned in “Colours of Notting Hill” a few days ago were pretty special. Yesterday however, we hit the mother lode.
We first struck gold in South Kensington at a sweet little patisserie called “Maitre Choux”, home of the most amazing eclairs I have ever seen. I think I may have drooled on the case and supplied a week’s worth of entertainment for the boy who served us.
When I was a little girl, my sister and I were allowed a treat on a Friday afternoon. It could be whatever we wanted: a chocolate bar, a serve of hot chips, a milk shake… I went through quite a few phases, but the one that sticks out most in my mind is the chocolate eclairs from the Atherton Bakery. They were delicious, and despite the fact that I felt ill after every single one of those suckers, I always polished off the whole thing. Unfortunately Atherton Bakery’s eclairs pale in comparison to the ones we sampled from Maitre Choux yesterday. We tried the Persian Pistachio, Salted Butter with Homemade Caramel, Yuzu Passionfruit and Spanish Raspberry Eclair. I will point out at this juncture that these eclairs were barely the length of an iPhone 5, and shared between the three of us, so don’t judge us too harshly.
We took Sophie to a class at Pineapple Dance Studios in the afternoon (more on that tomorrow), and returned to Neal’s Yard for a 20″ pizza for dinner. We all thought it was one of the nicest pizzas we had ever had. With a base so thin and such fresh ingredients on top, we agreed it was one of the best meals we have had in London so far.
So there you go. Between the Harrods sundae, the 20″ pizza and the four eclairs, I’m fairly certain I will have to be rolled back on the plane like a non-blue Violet Beauregarde. I could take a leaf out of Kate Moss’ book, who famously said, “nothing tastes as good as skinny feels”, but I don’t think I will. I’m just having too much fun.