While in UK, I took the chance to meet up with a friend who’s now living and working in London. Since I was not going to spend the weekend in boring old Wokingham where I stayed for the duration of the work trip, it was a great opportunity to discover a bit of London with her. We decided to check out the Modern Pantry, a place she had visited and felt was pretty good. There was another place she suggested but I preferred brunch so we made a reservation at the modern pantry instead.
It was not really easy for me to get there just based on Google Maps, an address and perhaps my limited skill maneuvering the streets of London on a cold, wet morning, thereby having a less than pleasant encounter along the way and deliberating my opinion of it being safe to travel solo. Nevertheless, I did get there eventually, safely.
Alternating between browsing the menu and eagerly catching up, we finally placed our orders, and both of us decided on eggs and toast. My friend had poached eggs with toast and bacon, mushrooms plus a grilled tomato, while I chose to have mine with grilled chorizo that came with caramelised bananas (which you can’t see very well in the second picture below).
I rather liked the place, which looked fresh and breezy, with the restaurant contained in a old-style English townhouse of sorts that had a staircase along the middle of one side of the wall. It was dressed in pastel blue colour on the walls interspersed with white, maybe lending itself to the whole brunch experience of bright and light. There are three storeys in the building, with private rooms (for hire, I suppose) on the second and third level. It was rather busy and cosy, plus noisy, when we got there, so it made talking a little difficult without raising our voices. My friend mentioned that it used to be much better in the past when it was not to popular and crowded yet, so I guess with increasing popularity, food outlets tend to become a little commercialised and maybe even tired, and then lose their original charm of being a quaint little spot serving good food.
I thought the food was decent, although the sausages I had reminded me of Taiwan sausages; though they were supposedly grilled, it just felt rather oily. The bananas were not too sweet, and generally I am a fan of bread/toast/whatever so that was alright. Perhaps it took me too long to get to the eggs because by the time I started eating them, parts of the egg yolk had coagulated and lost the flowy consistency that I preferred, so I tossed out some of the hardened yolk.
Coffee was nice, comparative to the daily black coffee I had where I stayed, and of course, way better than the Starbucks latte I had on the Sunday I arrived in the UK.
We decided to share some dessert, in the form of chocolate truffles. Chocolates are always great, and these are definitely small enough to fit in a full stomach.
This is the address of the place, together with its location, courtesy of Google Maps. It is actually along Clerkenwell Road, and its signage is visible from across the street; also there are various other eateries around it, with them kind of lining a smallish square of sorts. It just somehow took me a bit of time getting there from Farringdon station because I took a wrong turn after exiting.