In a matter of hours, Soho can change its face completely. On Saturday nights Soho welcomes out-of-town theatre buffs, boisterous hen night parties and people just ready to drink and boogie. However on Sunday mornings, Soho reveals its quieter side with hungry (and hungover) Londoners looking for a tasty and peaceful brunch. I tend to fall into the brunch crowd.
One of the best places to brunch is Foxcroft and Ginger situated in the heart of Soho. The coffees are strong and the staff always has a smile, but for me the biggest draw is the food, particularly the French toast sandwiches. It’s like biting into a cloud. A sweet, fluffy, calorie-filled cloud. I find it impossible not to leave syrupy fingerprints on my Sunday newspaper while enjoying brunch here.
Seating upstairs is limited, but the basement has an arty-bohemian feel with mismatched furniture and graffiti wall paintings. An hour or two with a warm coffee and pastries sets the pace for a calm, leisurely Sunday.