Breakfast reviews are my favourites to do – especially when the meal takes place on a Sunday. Call me old fashion or perhaps I’m just prepping for family life; Italian eggs, iced New York coffee and my favourite copy of the Sunday Times. Come on son, let’s grab some grub
You have been kind to me. You keep coming back to visit and you leave your comments on my many posts to lift my spirits. London Eater has been -and still is- a journey for me. I feel as if, I am just a child in the many worlds in which I am trying to make a mark. Many worlds? Why yes; there is the world of food, the world of blogging, the world of photography and life. Its a bit of a dilemma. On one hand, a blog- in it’s very nature – is a tool to broadcast your thoughts, on the other hand, LE ain’t a personal venting machine for my emotional musings …and it’s rather like shouting to the wind if I ever did so (don’t think I have that many interesting thoughts to begin with). But the attraction to do so is seductive. Once the thoughts start forming, and then the words start flowing, the process becomes a little unstoppable and it just feeds itself. I feel proud looking back at the past few months on the bulk of stuff I’ve managed to achieve. Granted, this site is still in it’s infancy, and I have many hopes and dreams for it going forward into the new year. I want it to be more than just a personal guide to london, I want to show you the
london eater is the one man eating machine chomping his way through his beloved city of smoke. You remember that song don’t you? You know, that one with Adam Levine and Maroon 5 all those years ago. The opening piano riff, the acoustic guitar coming on. I have to admit, waking up on to do a food write-up on a cold sunday morning ain’t the easiest. Especially with the holiday season knocking ’round the corner, it gets harder trying to churn out some constructive ramblings. I was mulling over when to release this review since it was last sunday when I woke up and decided that I should do a review about breaking the fast. It would be injustice if I didn’t do one of these especially noting it’s importance in a healthy diet – as my dad used to say: “Son, breakfast is like a gold medal. And so you should treat your three standard meals in a day like winning gold, silver and bronze. Whatever you do in life – as long as you never miss breakfast, you’ll be a winner.&#
I‘ve lived in london for six years and eaten some great stuff. But when it came time to start writing my first review, I didn’t know where to begin. And so, I do what I usually do when I’m in full contemplation – I have breakfast at Balans
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