“Brunch” a word commonly used by us Londonites to describe a breakfast meal that’s eaten after a very long lie in. A jolly little convergence of all the best bits of breakfast, served at the civilised hour that you’d normally eat lunch. Hitting the same harmonious mark that purple does, when you mix a cold blue with a feisty red – brunch is that middle meal panacea.
The blackboard placed 50 meters or so away proclaimed they serve “The best brunch in East London”, as we just so happen to be in East London and of course blackboards being the original source of all factual information – like Pythagoras and stuff – we had to go and put it to the test.
Flicking from blackboards to P.E class, Trip acts as the perfect springboard for the rest of your afternoon. Located alongside the Regent’s Canal, it’s just a wobble away from Kingsland Road and a light amble away from Broadway Market.
Being covertly sunken into a railway arch, means that the venue exposes original brickwork combined with Skandi-feel raw wood cladding on some of the walls and floor. The simple tables and chairs flash hints of primary colours, which nods back to the school days, perhaps giving an indication that this dining experience is going to be an education.
Thankfully the harsh realities of January are done and dusted, and we are now all back in that cable car which takes us on a slow and steady ascent of silliness toward the delirium of Christmas. The juice dieters are ready to start chewing again, smokers are gleefully chuffing on those puffs and the post dry-January gaggle have got back to doing what they’re good at. Ah, it’s nice to have everything back to normal. Sighs of relief and pats on the back all round!
Brunch arrived all at once. In the line-up there was a handsome looking Brown shrimp Kaygana (a delicate Turkish omelette) with lemon hollandaise, topped with çemen crumbs, chives and Pecorino cheese, and a fresh Pastirma, broken eggs, spicy tomato dish with and bread sauce, tomato pomegranate salsa and yoghurt which could be served with Turkish or grain toast.
As much as I dislike the word ‘divine’ and its users (whom probably describe themselves as ‘fashionistas’) the special of the day was utterly divine, in the most heavenly sense of course (someone cue the angles with their brass trumpets?). On this occasion the flavour of the day was: French toast with a pistachio crust filled with a sumptuous mascarpone and stacked with a windmill of streaky bacon which was then drizzled with orange blossom honey.
On the side, stacked on top, or even confettied all over your breakfast, the side plates on offer are extensive. Sides include: Mushrooms with lemon & garlic, Medjool date butter, Fried potatoes with confit garlic and even Pastirma sausage – which allows you to build your brunch and needless to say your panache for the rest of the day, exactly to order.
Bloody Marys are great, but perhaps half the attraction is that you’re able to drink them Pre 12 without feeling like an absolute reprobate. As well as Marys, Trip defies this outdated social law by providing a number of breakfast friendly ‘booster juices’, which are pallet friendly around the clock.
Giving connotations of waking up serenely, the ‘Dreamy’ blends bruncher’s favourite fizz, Cava with elderflower on the rocks and then garnishes neatly with kitsch glacier cherries.
Opting for the ‘Refresh’ will do just what it says, with freshly squeezed orange juice, zingy lime, Campari and Belvedere vodka or you could pick a feel good ‘Wake Me Up’ (which isn’t a fib) comprising of Gold Tequila El Jimador, beetroot juice, apple juice, lime and fiery ginger.
With time being ever so commoditised it’s easy to forget those quintessential middle meals: elevenses, brunch, high tea, supper, midnight snacks etc. However the brunch education that was served up at Trip is a lesson we won’t be forgetting fast.
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