Give me a (egg)break

from dry bread guts

Armed with the conventional wisdom of how to cook a scrambled egg, or any kind of eggy dish, you’re allowed to leave a one-star review on Tripadvisor for this one.

Specimen A: the picture above. A hot honey french toast with a half-hearted crust and only a poached egg to save the driest of guts.

Innocence before the storm

Couple of you replied to my previous newsletter saying it’s ok for me to be a hater. In a strange way that makes me happy; I enjoy sharing my favourite eats in and outside of London but at the end of the day. Whether or not you’re a London eater, I think it’s useful to glean a bird’s eye view by sharing some dips. So let me share my dips! Let us revel in the clarification, the ah-ha moments, of dips. For the troughs make the peaks look way more perky.

I had quite possibly one of the worst french toasts in London to date at Eggbreak. It was a far cry from the newly-opened, 2016-Eggbreak-french-toast with its mildly sweet, soaked girth and wrapped in crushed cornflakes. I even had to poke the inside and do a menu double-take to make sure this was indeed what I ordered.

Can I just ask you, dear reader, this: Where are your favourite eggs in London? And if you’re one of my Singapore readers, let me know places too, since I’ll be there later in the year. Favourite in any way you may define: consistently runny yolks, a fantabulous truffle scramble, a pretty poach. If possible, let me know a ranking, or list. I’ve had plenty of the good stuff but somehow it seems harder and harder to find, especially when you can make decent eggs at home.

Right now I’d head to Apple Butter in Covent Garden for their truffle scramble eggs (beat the one at Eggbreak a miles too) or roll in the yolks spilling between the naan sleeves of Dishoom’s sausage egg naan roll, where bastardised Indian gets a cape to shine bright glory and hope onto a Sunday morning. The Towpath café and anything eggy at Sunday also haven’t disappointed, although every time I go to Towpath I feel just a little too close to the river. Can jump in there with the rest of my slashed hopes and dreams (kidding).

Let’s focus a little on french toast, first and above all else. During the early alexcrumb days in high school I had a penchant for obsession with french toast, since I made it myself frequently and french toasted most everything, from brioche to bagels to Krispy Kreme doughnuts (speaking of which, these need to make a comeback), and when I moved to London I was on a mission to find the very best. So far the ranking is as follows, according to the criteria of: interior saturation, significant crust crisp, and unique flavour combination.

3. The classic pain perdu at LPM with spice ice cream. Or an infant’s buttocks lightly seared and slathered with the pomp of cinnamon, nutmeg and sugar. This