Art, eating, and hotels are three of my favourite things, so breakfast at Dean Street Townhouse was an absolute must on my list of hotels to visit. And myyyy what a treat it was.
A few weeks ago Laura and I met on a Saturday morning in a strangely quiet but very peaceful Soho. Surrounded by Tracey Emin and Pure Evil pieces, as well as a framed Lindsay Lohan quote I’m not quite sure she is capable of, we settled in for a leisurely and beautifully tasting breakfast.
Despite booking a table a number of weeks in advance we could only get a reservation for 10am rather than a later time of 11ish which would have been preferred, but it just shows how popular the restaurant is. And rightly so.
I ordered scrambled eggs on toast with crispy bacon then began to worry the eggs would arrive and be those awful hard rubbery type you usually get at a hotel breakfast buffet. Luckily there was no need to worry at all as they were a fantastic fresh mix of buttery seasoned goodness made to the perfect consistency, sat on top of thick slices of wholegrain toast. Excellent.
I’m a relatively new meat eater (I started eating meat in February after 11 years of being vegetarian) and I cannot get enough of bacon; I’d happily eat it all day everyday and wolfed into two slices along with my eggs. They were slightly burnt around the edges but they were delicious nonetheless and did the job nicely.
I finished every morsel of my breakfast and washed it down with a fresh orange, carrot, apple and ginger smoothie. The smoothies come in fairly small glasses which is unfortunate but they’re definitely worth a try; the health benefits don’t take priority over the taste (although the opposite does have its time and place) so you’re guaranteed a drinkable fruity glass of happiness to accompany your meal. This is true for Laura’s choice too, a freshly squeezed orange juice which was a marvellous deep yellow colour.
Something I think says a lot about a hotel are the toilets and Dean Street Townhouse has cave-like bathrooms decorated Victorian style with individual hand towels which I LOVE. It’s a sign of a decent hotel or restaurant when they don’t have limp paper towels or a very hit-and-miss hand dryer in their bathrooms.
Just thinking about the food is making me want to go back again for breakfast, lunch and dinner all in the one day and I recommend this place to anyone who enjoys quality food in an artsy environment. The only thing that let the experience down was a particularly cranky waitress who had no time for pleasantries or photos being taken. She put a downer on our time there but if she was taken out of the equation then it would be a 10/10 from me.