Ah! A sunny day in London! More often that not, an exclamation such as that often invokes disbelief. Nevertheless, the laser beam of sunlight striking my face at the ungodly hour of 10am confirmed that this was truly a rare day and, boy, was I glad I wasn’t going to be steaming in a kitchen during Sunday lunch service. When I worked at the Cinnamon Club, one summer we clocked 52 degrees centigrade in the kitchen. It was like being in Central India in the month of June with winter warmers on. Great for weight loss, pretty rubbish for everything else.
Sunday brunch on a fine summers day – what a good idea and where better than a restaurant with fantastic reviews, probably the most extensive brunch menu I’ve ever seen and a cookbook to fame? The Modern Pantry in Clerkenwell, London had, during my last employment been one of our competitors, amongst others such as The Well, Bruno Loubet, Moro and St. John, and fit the bill for said Sunday requirements.
