I love The Tavern, the bare brick walls covered in eclectic displays of memorabilia of no particular focus except Americana. The flashing arrow and neon food sign remind me of a prop from BeetleJuice, and there’s the model train that runs along the almost ceiling high track.
I’ve eaten Sunday breakfast at The Tavern more times than I can remember, at one point I think we were there almost every week but I’ve not been for some time. It’s such a popular venue, no booking allowed to just arrive and wait your turn, weekends are particularly busy so you can wait for some time.
When meeting the girls for a midweek lunch we decided to try The Tavern for a change from our usual spots.
The first thing we noticed was the restaurant has been extended. Given the vast Sunday morning patronage this can only be a good thing.
What we didn’t realise was the breakfast menu ran until 2.30 so although we arrived for lunch we were going to have brunch. As we all love our food this was no problem, the breakfast menu has also been extended, there’s so much to choose from.
What to have, what to have? The choice was always good but now it’s almost impossible. It’s the pancakes you see, they create such a dilemma. I love the full English, bacon, eggs, sausage, black pudding, mushrooms, tomato, beans and the most wonderful white toast. I love it, I read and re read the menu but my eye is constantly drawn back to the full English and thereby lies the problem. I also want the pancakes. If you have the American breakfast you get one pancake included but if you order them on the side you get three. Three of the lightest, fluffiest homemade pancakes, you could have them with just a fine dusting of powdered sugar and maple syrup or you could go really fancy and have numerous toppings such as lemon curd and raspberries or Nutella and Strawberry, how on earth are you supposed to decide? I can’t help it, I go for the full English and hope that by the time we’ve eaten and finished gabbing I might have left enough time to be able to manage at least one pancake.
Friend #1 chooses the NY Deli Smoked Salmon Bagel. A toasted buttered bagel spread with lashings of cream cheese and topped with smoked salmon, sliced tomato and sliced red onion, this is served with a generous portion of home fries.She also benefits from my black pudding which she says is lovely.
Friend #2 suffers the same dilemma as me and also opts for the full English.
As its midweek, we don’t have to wait too long for our food to be served. By the third circuit of the train Friend #1 has realised it’s not raining but the noise of the passing train which is good as it also means she’s stopped looking to the heavens each time the train comes around.
So, to the pancakes, the reality is once I’ve eaten the freshly made tasty breakfast laid before me and numerous cups of tea, which, along with the coffee is constantly refilled, there’s no chance of me having pancakes on this visit. I look to Friend #2 in case she has a miniscule corner where she might barely manage to stuff just one pancake and I could eat one of her leftovers but no such luck, she’s finished too.
Disappointed I might be but that’s a good enough excuse for me to have to visit again very soon.