Chad ordered a ham and cheese croissant, served lightly toasted with a generous slab of sliced ham and melted cheese. She quickly devoured the croissant, which she said was simply delicious – fresh and flaky. She wasn’t so keen on the cooked tomato served on the side, but I think that was a Chad thing rather than a problem with the tomato. And before some of you ask, no – I didn’t eat Chad’s tomato. I was totally focused on getting through my own breakfast! :)

On the recommendation of my friend C (with whom I had breakfast at Ba Ba Black just recently), I ordered the sweet pancakes, which in a stack, sitting in a pool of maple syrup and berry juice, topped with lightly stewed blueberries and a dollop of luscious double cream. It was lovely – and although it didn’t appear to be that big a serve, it was really really really sweet, which made the stack seem huge! By the time I got halfway through it, the sweetness was beginning to get sickly and I knew I would struggle to finish the entire serve. And I must hang my head in shame, for although I left with a full tummy, I was defeated by this stack of sweet pancakes. I left a quarter or so of the serve on the plate, looking somewhat mangulated (the pancakes looked mangulated, not me! :)). I ate all the berries and all the cream, though! :) The manager (or maybe owner) cleared my plate, and told me he’s only ever seen one person finish the pancakes.