Eating breakfast out has to be one of my favourite things to do. In fact, I *think* I prefer heading somewhere for breakfast than for dinner. Which is odd really, because as someone with my peculiar set of dietary requirements, choices are limited. Celebrating our 10th wedding anniversary last month (where has that time gone?!) we paid a visit to Dalloway Terrace for breakfast on a whim one Sunday morning.
Named after the eponymous character created by Virginia Woolf, an author whose name will forever be associated with Bloomsbury, Dalloway Terrace is an elegant, poetic and quintessentially English space. Set in the heart of the historic and vibrant Bloomsbury, London’s literary centre, the beautiful indoor-outdoor space is just a two-minute walk from Tottenham Court Road station and the hustle and bustle of Oxford Street and Soho. Fully heated in winter, this year round destination restaurant and bar offers the peace and charm of a secluded secret garden in the winter and a light, elegant and beautiful alfresco offering in the spring and summer months
Dalloway Terrace is a place I love to stalk on Instagram. It looks so elegant and with its botanical terrace, a peaceful retreat from the hustle and bustle of Central London. We really are spoilt for choice in this city of ours. It’s also adjacent to the hotel where I first met Pete back in 2003! Romantic or what? Well, that bit wasn’t planned but I tried to pretend it was totally intended…
Now, I don’t know if it’s because we were quite early and perhaps brunch is more the done thing on Sundays, but on arrival we were the only customers. All the better for taking some sneaky photos. I’m still not a ‘real’ blogger. The ones who whip their phones or cameras out at the earliest opportunity. It doesn’t come naturally to me and I don’t think it ever will. So without looking too much like a social media addict, I got a few shots whilst we made our menu choices.
There is some crossover with the breakfast and brunch menus at Dalloway Terrace, although the alcoholic options weren’t available on the breakfast one. I’m sure had we asked, we could have indulged in a celebratory Bucks Fizz. As it was a coffee for him and quintessential English Breakfast Tea for me did just fine.
To eat, I selected the Avocado, Grilled Plum Tomato and Bloomsbury Chillies on toasted gluten-free bread (which wasn’t a problem to switch with the original sourdough. Pete had Severn & Wye Smoked Salmon with Guinness Bread, creme fraiche, lemon and an additional poached egg. The food was heavenly and with the snuggliest blankets to ward off a damp summer air, it’s catapulted straight to the top of my favourite London venues.
I’m now itching to go back for dinner or drinks (why not both?!) and look forward to an autumn visit to take advantage of outdoor heaters and a cosy hot chocolate. By the way, this isn’t a collaborative post in any way, just wanted to share a place I love!