Duck & Waffle is fan-bloody-tastic. It's an incredibly special place to have breakfast, especially if, like we did, you get there for 8am on a Saturday morning and London is (almost) still sleeping.
The atmosphere is enchanting, from the glass lift to the open kitchen and vertigo inducing views from your seats.
I initially had my eye on the Colombian Eggs (avocado, eggs and chives on sour sough bread) but when push came to shove I changed my mind - I could create something similar any day of the week. Kate and Nichola had this though, and in fairness it did look absolutely epic.
Instead Alice and I went for the Duck & Waffle. Surprise surprise. A sizeable Belgian waffle topped with a fried duck egg and huge crispy duck leg confit, with a mustard maple syrup sauce to drizzle on top.
Yep. I know.
Soo good.
Given its location, prestigious setting and exclusive clientele (myself included, obvs), the price is more than reasonable, I would definitely recommend it for a special breakfast.
We were there to toast to friendship (any excuse) and also to celebrate Kate's birthday; she enjoyed the Marmite Black Velvet cocktail (champagne, Marmite and Guinness reduction), which sounds odddd but tasted lush!
We sat and drank coffee until the place filled up before reluctantly giving up our seats and heading off out into the rain - even when tipping it down the views are still captivating!
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