All posts tagged: breakfast

Truffle infused eggs & apple curd, simple pleasures at Crimson Tree.

Heading back to Nottingham’s Mansfield Road for breakfast found us in the recently relocated Crimson Tree. Mansfield Rd has got to be one of Nottingham’s ‘go to’ destinations for breakfast/brunch now, with the superb Bakehouse and Crimson Tree within spitting distance of each other and both offering some seriously great food.   You can’t miss the Crimson Tree’s stunningly decorated pillars which frame the door (I know, I know, crap photo ūüôĄ) and on the bright and sunny Autumn morning we visited the sun shone through the large windows, creating a bright and cheery interior.   The walls of the Crimson Tree are covered from floor to ceiling with Arabic style tiles and with the great baked goods on display, the welcoming bar as you enter, the rustic furniture, and friendly staff, we’d found anther gem.   With daily specials, interesting and eclectic dishes with unusual combinations that make for something of an eating adventure and tea served in pretty vintage crockery, I’d struggle to fault this place, and, as you know, I’m a bit …

Breakfast at the Bakehouse

The Bakehouse on Nottingham’s Mansfield Road in Sherwood probably needs little introduction to local readers as in the year or so since they opened they have gone from strength to strength, nominated for, and winning, a variety of awards and winning plaudits from its customers and foodie types across the city and beyond. The Bakehouse is an artisan bakery using traditional methods to create a range of delicious breads, cakes, biscuits and sweet and savoury bakes. The recipes focus on traditional techniques and ingredients. It is the¬†first solo venture of chef Craig Poynter and his wife Rosea – ¬†a caf√© during the day and a micro-pub¬†and occasional supper club in the evening. We visited for breakfast and it was so phenomenally¬†good, I needed to share. By 9 am , it was already filling up but we managed to grab the last table for 2. The breakfast menu features the old favourites (full English – meat or veggie version, bacon or sausage sandwich – using local award winning butcher Johnny Pusztai, natch) as well as more …

Gin for Breakfast at Maxey’s

Couple of Saturdays ago, it ¬†was World Gin Day apparently. Who thinks of these things? Still, it provided me with a legitimate reason to think that popping to a Gin Tasting at 11 am on Saturday morning was an entirely reasonable thing to do. If you hadn’t noticed, gin is having something of a renaissance, every food fair I attend sees an increasing number of¬† specialist local gins flavoured with all ¬†manner of botanicals, ¬†herbs and spices, a far cry from your straightforward Gordon‚Äôs (of which, admittedly I am still a fan). Gin is no longer the preserve of the middle-aged, younger people are now more likely to drink gin than the over 40s apparently and it is anticipated that gin sales will top ¬£1.3bn in the UK by 2020. My desire for gin for breakfast also meant I discovered a new Farm Shop. Always a good thing. I get a bit lazy having the amazing Gonalston Farm Shop on my doorstep, but here is another find – Maxey’s in Kirklington, no wet fish here …

I’m eggshausted…

We have a glut so I have been on a bit of promotional tour (boxing up eggs and giving them away/selling them). To be fair, before I had chickens I would have loved a box of organic eggs, from happy free-range¬† chickens that spend their days trashing the garden and grubbing up worms, and most people seem to feel the same. A box of eggs always raises a smile, I wonder if there is something “back to nature” about it all. ¬†¬† Anyway, this mild winter has meant that our hens have not stopped laying and we have been stacking them up, despite my valiant attempts to make tarts, cakes, omelettes, pancakes, egg sandwiches and goodness knows what else to use them up. The ladies responsibility for this cornucopia Lily, Nugget, Alice and Cruella won’t stay still long enough to photographed but that is my mission when I can get out in the garden again. ¬† ¬†¬†¬† ¬†¬† ¬†¬† ¬†¬†

Huge New York Breakfasts – Rue 57, Mid-Town Manhatten – American, French Brasserie with Sushi Bar. Yep. Really

Our last day in New York, so we needed setting up for the long day ahead. We had spotted this a few days earlier and decided, given that the rain (the only rain we had all week) had put paid to our notion of boating in Central Park we would treat ourselves to a leisurely breakfast. Rue 57 is just a few blocks from Central Park in Mid-town Manhattan (I am getting the hang of this, of you see), and a short walk from our hotel. Executive Chef, Rich Robson has brought a bit of Asian influence to traditional European dishes and then thrown in a large dose of American. The thing about American Breakfasts I have found, is this – they are huge. Even American, French, Asian ones, are huge. ¬† Daughter tried to go light with a Smoked Salmon, cream cheese and tomato Bagel, she’s a growing lass and she loved it, but couldn’t finish it. I went with gloriously indulgent Eggs Florentine with Bacon, Spinach and Shitake mushrooms. It was so huge …