Brunch at the Wolseley
The magnificent Wolseley
I’m starting to wind down my London list – brunch at the Wolseley is one of three that I had left to go. I have afternoon tea at Claridges ready as a draft post for you (saving the best for last!) and am determined that I’ll make it for afternoon tea at the Modern Pantry at some point as my sister said it was one of the best food experiences she’s ever had, and she’s fussy at the best of times. Also, if brunch at Providores by chance happens then it’ll appear on here. Anything else really is just a charming discovery that wasn’t on my hit list.
I wanted the Wolseley to be special. So instead of the girls throwing a baby shower, I asked if we could go there for brunch instead and not discuss anything child related. Mr Man took BLC away for the weekend so I managed to turn up there early (hoorah!), hair brushed (double hoorah!) and bouncy having done an hour long treatment on it the day before (a free hour? That’s something that never happens anymore~), my nails freshly painted and me not in a flustered state of affairs. I can’t imagine these occurrences all happening at once ever again, unless the grandparents willingly take the kids for the weekend once we’re settled into our new life (Hi Mum! Hi Dad! I know you read this!).
Tea and decor brilliance
The Wolseley was everything I imagined it would be. It is grand, the service fantastic (to the point where a waiter ran after the waddling pregnant woman begging her not to go down the stairs to use the ladies, but ushered one through a secret door on ground level), atmosphere buzzy and diverse, the cutlery strong and silver, the food impeccable.
Need I say more?
The eggy girls loved their poached delights, two of the crew went for spectacular looking French toast, and I indulged not only with my usual pancakes and bacon, but with a starter of caramelised grapefruit, quite frankly one of the best single pieces of fruit I have ever had in my life.
The girls’ fresh peppermint tea (someone had to be virtuous!)
My teapot was kept full, looseleaf and green, and zero drips. Even the tea strainer was perfection (none of this dripping from cup to back to table as it came with its own stand that caught any extra drops of tea~).
The Wolseley is grand and wonderful. A true London experience. I won’t go back as A, I don’t have much time left, but B, some occasions are meant to be savoured and remembered purely for what they were.
Up there with the best brunches in London? Absolutely.
The Wolseley can be found at 160 Piccadilly, London W1J 9EB. Nearest tube is Green Park. We paid £20 each – I have paid more for brunch in much less impressive places.
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