The Delaunay seems to have become out regular breakfast haunt on our trips up to London. I can’t quite remember how we first found our way there–we might have been tempted in by the #wellplacedbike outside, or perhaps it was a recommendation–but from the moment I stepped inside their little cafe my heart was stolen by the display of viennoiserie and gateaux that greeted me.
The Delaunay has both an informal cafe cum deli–takeaway Sachertorte, anyone?!–and a more formal restaurant. We’ve eaten in both but lately we’ve taken to eating in the main restaurant purely because it opens earlier on a Saturday! Only by an hour mind you, but that feels like an age when you’re hungry and ready for a day of exploring!!
The interior has a wonderful cosy feeling, all dark wood polished to a fine sheen, sparkling glasses and waiters in crisply starched white aprons. It captures all the feelings of Old World Austrian charm with little touches here and there to draw you into the illusion of a Viennese coffee house.
We are normally creatures of habit, me with my bowl of bircher–delicious and the best I’ve ever–and Dave with a plate of kedgeree but we both thought that we’d spread our wings and try something different. This turned out to be a marvellous idea. I’m starting to think that you really can’t go wrong at The Delaunay…
My Blueberry French Toast came with a veritable snowdrift of icing sugar dusted over. It was seriously good, with the pocket of creme fraiche in the middle offset the sweetness of the blueberry compote perfectly. I particularly liked that they’d warmed the whole blueberries which brought out their flavour–pretty tricky since blueberries pop as soon as they see a flame!
I was quite content with my selection until the waitress set Dave’s plate down with a flourish. Fluffy pancakes, piled high with crispy bacon and a huge carafe of maple syrup. We both waited for the inevitable ceremonious drizzle of syrup but no, she left the Whole Thing. OMG. Dave was pretty happy with his lot in life but let have a morsel and oh myyyyyy…those were some damn fine pancakes. Definitely one to order next time!
I urge you to swing by the Delaunay Counter before leaving. Everyone needs a cake-shaped pick-me-up at elevenses and assuming you carry your own fork for such necessities–you do, don’t you? It’s not just me and Nigella? Oh…–you can plonk down at the nearest
tourist trap landmark and make everyone envious with your sugar-laden delights. Just look at this amazing Dobos Torta?! You might be full now, but you should always think of your future cake needs… you will not be disappointed in anything The Delaunay has to offer!!