We caught up with Pat on Sunday morning for brunch at The Electric Brasserie, a boutique little joint appropriately located right next to The Electric Cinema. It was an absolutely buzzing atmosphere with excited patrons everywhere.
I found the waitstaff a little low charged – old mate who brought us our drinks got the order wrong, and was displeased when we corrected his mistake. To top this off, our bill was also incorrect, and fixing it for us didn’t seem like the best way of charging our waiter’s electrons, if you get what I’m saying.
On a positive note, the food was pretty good – my eggs royal had generous chunks of salmon, and a bucket of hollanaise sauce on them. Kristy had pancakes, and though I wasn’t offered a sampling, they certainly looked tasty! And I didn’t hear what Pat thought of his French Toast, though I was rudely on the phone for a few minutes of breakfast and hence may have missed the in-person review.
So would I go back? Well, I wouldn’t offer any resistance to the suggestion; but with a plethora of other gates to be tested within in the circuit of London, I’d be a little surprised if my current flowed down that pathway again. gerrod.com rating: 6/10.
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Once again, G you managed to zap out a powerful and exciting blog entry …
That’s an absolutely shocking review…
It’s like you’re not living if you’re not eating brunch.
And there’s not enough brunch places in London (that don’t cost an arm and an egg). The Benedict Royale looked good though. The French Toast was delightfully decadent, but I wouldn’t be able to have one everyday with all that maple pecan butter!