One of the easiest ways to feel productive at the weekend, in my opinion, is by going out for breakfast.
None of this ‘to do’ list business or cleaning the bathroom and changing the bed sheets, nope. Just throwing clothes on, getting out of the house early and ticking off the most important meal of the day is enough to leave me feeling I’m nailing my Saturday and getting shit done…even if I’m not reaaaally.
So last Saturday my long suffering boyfriend and I took a walk over to The Market Cafe on Broadway Market in an effort to grab the weekend by the horns and be all productive.
We didn’t have a reservation but walked straight in and sat down at a table in the back of the restaurant. The breakfast (or rather brunch) menu was full of classics – Eggs Benny, Market Cafe Fry Up and Avocado on Sourdough Toast, because hello we are in East London after all, and I’m pretty sure you’re not allowed to have a brunch menu without avocado and sourdough bread. The hipster police literally come round and pelt you with avocado stones and kale if you don’t.
The Market Cafe has a lovely feel to it and if you’re a bit of a sci-fi geek they have Star Wars pics on the wall too so that’s nice.
We both went for lattes and Market Cafe fry ups because duhhh we’re so in love, we just order the same food every time we go out. We’re just one of those insanely perfect couples. Shoutout to my honey bunny boo boo pumpernickel.
Bleuuuugh – we’re not at all one of those couples we both just really fancied a big old English brekker because get in my belly, weekend calories (which everyone knows can be twice as much as weekday ones).
The bacon was, hmmm, weird. I’m not a fan of the streaky stuff when back bacon is so much meatier and therefore better. The eggs were goooooood, my poachers were perfectly cooked and runny on the inside. The sausage was delicious it’s a shame there was only one.
In fact the sausage was so delicious that we actually asked the waitress where they were from but umm she didn’t know and didn’t offer to ask the chef and then we were too polite to demand it and it all got very awks so we just got the bill, paid (£30ish I think) and left.
Despite the bacon issue and the tight-lipped waitress The Market Cafe is a great spot for breakfast so if you’re in the area definitely give it a shout, I would hunny percent go back – and we kinda have to if we want those sausages again! Ah-ha now I can see why she kept schtum.
Outside in the Autumn sunshine; Broadway Market was buzzing with it’s Saturday market. Stalls selling everything from hog roasts to books, giant scotch eggs and even lingerie! Which is great should you need something to eat, something to read and something lacy to cover your bits.
I fell just a little bit in lust with this ^^^ sassy faux fur coat – snow leopard much. Sadly I didn’t buy it because this weather is not yet cold enough for swaths of faux fur…not that I’m complaining!
Gotta a love a taster! Especially bread and insanely delicious dips (particularly the 2nd and 3rd from the left) garlicky, chilli, flavoured goodness.
These ladies were sat in a shop window making traditional flatbreads which looked and smelt amazing.
I was sort of glad we’d already eaten as it meant even though I was kinda drooling over every other food stall I was too full to actually want anything but on the flip-side I was also sort of disappointed as everything looked so good.
Particularly these doughnuts and well, old fatty harry (that’s me just FYI) couldn’t resist buying one…
I chose a Nutella doughnut from Artisan Food and ate it when I got home with a cuppa. To be honest it was seriously lacking in Nutella, there was maybe a small squidge of it the middle the size of a 5pence piece. Whereas I think with servings of Nutella should be more is more is more and a bit more on top.
How do you get productive at the weekend?
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