There’s just something so good about delaying breakfast (or eating both ha) and indulging in a seriously over-the-top brunch way closer to lunchtime, whilst sipping on prosecco…
But recently a friend said to me “there is no such thing as brunch” and I have to say, it hurt.
In a poached egg and hollandaise sauce induced haze, it became clear to me that my true purpose on this Earth is to share and promote acceptance and equality for brunch foods, because they are exactly the same as breakfast foods (they are literally the same).
I mean, that’s not quite how it happened. It was more like I decided to keep on finding spots like Hotbox and to share them because let me just say two words:
How do you like that?
Hotbox is just one of the many street food vendors who are taking the big step of settling down in permanent premises. Before setting up house in the heart of Spitalfields, the barbecue connoisseurs led a smoking path around London with pop-ups all over the city.
The moodily-lit restaurant is the kind of place that’s loud, with a constant hum and hubbub of noise, but you can’t hear the specifics of the table-next-door’s conversation. A team of incredibly well-groomed staff (we’re in Shoreditch, you should have known there would be beards) tend to the tables and actually know their menu. Helpful and not adverse to substitutions whatsoever.
We dropped in and quickly decided what we wanted. The brunch menu is extensive enough that you don’t feel limited but not over-the-top massive either. Mum opted for the Eggs Benedict with bacon instead of the pork belly, whilst I gave the Huevos Rancheros a go, with a side of bacon.
The Eggs Benedict were incredibly decadent, a proper hollandaise sauce, sprinkled with a touch of spice. I imagine the smokiness of the pork belly would have accompanied the rich sauce for an unholy combination, but mum said the bacon went just as well.
The Huevos were zingy in the right way with the chimichurri on top being the flavour that made it a proper brunch dish. My kind of dish because who doesn’t want to dip bread in anything they can? The beans were smoky and so so more-ish, even once I was full I just kept on dipping away. The only thing that could have made it better is a dollop of guacamole on top, to add that freshness to (and relief from!) the spice.
Game onnnn, Hotbox, because I’m coming back for dinner.
What’s your favourite brunch spot in London? Or do you know of any outside of London? What’s your go-to brunch dish?
Love, Chloe xx
Find the menus at Hotbox HERE.