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For Ladies Wot Brunch… At Christopher’s! I know I know it’s late(!)

17 Jun

SHAME ON ME!  YES!  It has been too long!  And it is unacceptable!  I promise to do better…

So without further ado, herein begins the backlog.  First Stop – November!

It seems like so long ago that we had our penultimate brunch of 2012 in one of my all time favourite brunch spots in London: Christopher’s.  Set in London’s trendy Covent Garden, it was the chosen location for the rainy Saturday afternoon.  Our darling Esther was fully in charge of organising affairs and worked her magic touch, securing us a private dining room in the glorious, 3 story building.  All that was left was for us to turn up, drink up, eat and GIST!


Aha!  I may skim on some of the other areas, but the gist section is very much still alive and kicking mi dahlins!  With 25 of us present, there were so many hilariously funk-tastic conversations taking place I could barely keep up.  But these were the ones which made my little ears ping…

Nigerian PRAYAAAH!  With a large number of the women being Nigerian, and conscious of Church the following day, talk soon got to our individual experiences and in particular prayer styles.  Now, for anyone who may not be in the know, a lot of Naija Churches are exuberant – with lots of colour, music and pastors decorating each service.  Which is fabulous because we are colourful, musical beings in search of spiritual fulfillment.  One particular Church and their “die-by-fire” prayer point resonated with the ladies.  The aggression and force with which we make our supplications known to God did cause a cheeky giggle around the table, with re-enactments of bobbing heads and raised voices to illustrate.  But hey, it definitely works.  The Kingdom of God suffereth violence and the violent take it by fooooorce!

How does one get a date?  Ha!  This is a serious question!  And both the singles and married shared personal experiences.  From accepting all invitations to weddings, even if they didn’t know the couple getting hitched(!) to looking turned up all day every day –boom pow pow! – every woman had a strategy, with lots of evidence of success.  Are you still single?  Did you bag your guy/gal using a ploy?  What’s the secret?  They do say sharing is caring…

Don’t call my baby “babe”.  Seriously.  This was one of the funniest stories shared on the day.  One of our babettes recounted how she had to check a fellow friend who slipped into the casual bad habit of calling her boyfriend “babe”.  Now to some it’s fine and to others it is NOT!  It all depends on the social connotations attached to the term of endearment.  But if it’s viewed as a word akin to my sexy-babylurve-alicious, then if you don’t stop calling my boo boo “babe” we about to catch a case.  Point Blank Period!


scrambled eggs and salmon


blueberry pancakes

eggs benedict

fruit salad

strawberry daiquiri

There is nothing more to say other than magnifique!  The location is excellent (directly opposite the Lyceum Lion King theatre), the service is great, the price is right, but it’s the food at Christopher’s which has really captured our hearts.  My personal favourite has to be the blueberry pancakes, accompanied with maple syrup and blueberry compote, which I oooooobviously ordered on the day.  Small, yet rich, moist and sweet, they hit the spot and then some.  I just adore them and would recommend them to everyone!  If you’re feeling a little greedy, I’d advise you order both the blueberry pancakes and pancakes with bacon to get the best of both worlds.

The eggs florentine were also cooked to perfection, hollandaise not too tart, poached eggs the right consistency and flavoursome, and english muffins home made to perfection.  Mmmmmmm!  Another firm favourite were the fishcakes, again home cooked.  Now a problem I usually have with fishy lil’ fishcakes is that there’s always too much potato!  Certainly more potato than fish.  But the day’s offering was nothing like that.  The flakes found inside the golden butter breadcrumbs were so tasty and fell apart at the touch of the fork.  It was emotional!

To wash down the several plates of food, were the bespoke cocktails made.  From virgin daiquiris to extra strong mojitos, we had a jolly good time with our very own bar and barlady positioned outside the dining room.  Clink clink!


If I had to sum up Christopher’s in three words, they would be We Loved It!  Yes!  And our visit that day lived up to my high expectations.  The chic ambiance, attentive and pleasant service and gorgeous food all added to the wonderful brunching experience, which was partly why we ended up spending 5 hours there!!!  No joke!  Given it’s wonderful credentials and great location, it really is the go-to place for a great meal with the girlies after a Saturday of retail therapy, the prim and proper establishment to meet the potential in-laws for the first time, or even your central London haven for some good food on a Sunday afternoon.  So make sure you check it out.  You never know, you might even meet us there too…!

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For Ladies Wot Brunch… At The Giant Robot

2 Sep

** Post 2 of my catch up series… Enjoy!**

June was a double whammy for the Ladies Wot Brunch, and following our trip to Madrid, we decided to end the month with one last catch up.  Saturday 30th was the date for our trip to Giant Robot, a quirky American Diner located in Clerkenwell.  There was plenty to catch up on and we love any excuse to get together really…!


Over the past 10 months, I had been responsible for finding and booking our Brunch/lunch/dinner venues.  It’s a lengthy process and so the creation of team of Vivacious Venue Researchers (VVRs) was a welcomed break!  Each month, one of our precious Ladies Wot Brunches will be responsible for organising the month’s event.  Rebecca “Bexabelle” kick started proceedings and chose an excellent spot in EC1.


As we had a special guest in the form of Mr Pedro (one of our Lady Wot Brunch’s other half) join us, our conversation was not as explicit as usual!  But a few Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus discussions took place.  And so we tested several theories with our gentleman guest –

“Should women offer to pay on a date?”  Yes.

“Is it ok to assume the man foots the taxi bill?”  Uhmmm…

“How much should we expect of our prospective partner?”  A few expecations are required, but go with the flow and let it develop organically

“Is the 3 strikes rule acceptable?”  Depends on what the 3 strikes are!  But yes!

Needless to say that the conversation offered up a variety of responses.  If you’ve followed the Gist! section in previous blogs, let us know your responses on the above questions!  Knowledge is power and sharing is caring!


Although the menu spanned across one single side of A4, it offered a respectable amount of variety.  Givent he sunshine, appetite for life and the fact that 90% of us made a mad dash to the restaurant to avoid being late, we were all hungry!  Brooklyn Brunch was the order of the day, with a veggie brunch and poached eggs also in the mix.  Each meal was wholesome, flavoursome and hit the spot niiiicely!

We all went goo goo gaga over the desserts and the selection, again although limited, was more than satisfactory.  If you have a sweet tooth, then you’ll love the cookie cake.  If you’re a pancake fiend, then you have to try the Robot’s take on the sweet griddled batter.   And well if you like cake, then tantalise the torta!  Easy peasy! 


The trip to Giant Robot was our last sneaky opportunity to catch up and break bread together.  A short and sweet catch up in Clerkenwell is what every girl needs at the end of the month!  Special thanks for Bexabelle for organising xxx

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Food Haul!

5 Jun

I’ve become a fan of youtube vlogs: video blogs which talk about any and everything!  My favourite vloggers including Britpop Princess, Fabulasity is Me and Lover4 Fashion (I’m slightly obsessed with her) always do themed hauls, short videos showing you their latest shoes, summer garments or make up purchases.  And I became inspired!  They love all things fabulous and fashion and I love food.  And so the Food Haul was born!

So what have I been obsessing over and scoffing of late?  Well the following have made the list!

1. Innocent Juices and Smoothies

Delicious, thirst quenching and they contribute to my 5 portions of fruit and veg a day!  Fantastic!  The smooth orange juice has become a firm staple in my fridge, both at home and at work.  But on a recent love yourself late day (whenever I miss my train on my morning commute, I’ll treat myself to Starbucks 🙂 ) I decided to try something new and picked up the orange, mangoes and pineapple bottled smoothie.  I’ve been hooked ever since!  Unfortunately, they do not sell this particular variety in bottles in the supermarket and you can only get the kiddie sized cartons(!)  But so long as I have my morning smoothie burst, I’m a happy bunny.

For those of you who don’t like banana based smoothies, you should definitely check out the kiwi, apple and lime variety, which not only tastes yummy, but looks gross-green enough to convince people watching you drink it that you’re on some super healthy liquid diet!  Hahahaha!

2. Border Dark Chocolate Gingers

Someone brought a packet of these into work and I believe I was partially responsible for the box being finished by the end of the day!  They’re so moreish!  The ginger packs a punch on the palette and the chocolate is truly bittersweet.  Yummy!

3. Automat Mixed berry pancakes

Since the first time my lovely friend introduced me to Automat, I’ve not been able to stay away…  One of the hardest decisions of my food life was which pancake should I go for?  Strawberry or Blueberry?  I was torn: it was a war of the berries!  But this decision has since been eradicated from my life by the introduction of the mixed berry pancakes, with the usual generious lashings of maple syrup.  They’re so good!

4. Paul Raspberry Macaroons

I’m not claiming they’re the best BUT they really did the trick the other day when I had an hour to burn in Notting Hill.  Juicy and huge!  For the Holy Grail of macaroons, you’ve gotta try Pierre Hermé but Paul Macaroons come in as a close and accessible second.

5. Indomie Noodles

This is my final guilty pleasure.  Oh my word where have these noodles been all my life??!!  While many of my friends stocked up on these and similar noodles during university, I stayed away from the cheap, fast food.  I’d never been a noodle fan, and not even a limited student budget was going to change that.  However, I recently had a plate of Indomie cooked up for me.  As the fork full of the stuff approached my mouth, I began to imagine how disgusting it was going to taste and closed my eyes to help soften the blow.  But surprisingly, the first, second, fifteenth and finally the last forkful went down an absolute treat!

Indomie noodles can be found in most major supermarkets in the world foods section (although it’s a lot cheaper in Asian/Afro-Caribbean food markets), come in a variety of flavours (well it comes with satchets of flavouring) and can be bought indivually or in bulk (bulk buy in the market only!).  My favourite and the most popular is the chicken flavour.

After my first encounter, I approached with caution and bought four packets to test the product again and see if it was a fluke or if I really had changed my anti-noodle ways.  It wasn’t a fluke.  A week later, my boot was full of noodles.

And I’ve been cooking them ever since!  For something quick and easy, get creative and experiment!  My favourite concoction thus far is mixed vegetables, onions, prawns and eggs.  But my sister makes a mean seafood and vegetable indomie mix.  Mmmmmmmm!

And that’s it!  What’s been tickling your taste buds of late?

Homage to the Pancake!

21 Feb

Hoorah!  Today is pancake day!  I’ll skip the history which details how it all came about, simply because you probably already know all of that great information.  What I WILL DO is join you in salivating over some of our favourite pancakes from our past brunches and some delicious pancakes and crepes which were made today.  YUM!

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I have a love affair with pancakes and I’m not afraid to say it!

For Ladies Wot Brunch… At Tom’s Kitchen

8 Jan

On Friday 30th December 2011, we went for our last meeting of the year, dubbed The Survivor’s Brunch!  “But what is a Survivor’s Brunch?”  I hear you ask?  Well, many of our Ladies Wot Brunch travelled to sunnier climes for the Christmas and New Year Break, leaving the rest of us here in good ol’ Blighty to fend the cold and survive the brutal British Weather.  Forget Destiny’s Child!  WE were the REAL survivors!  And so, to build up our stamina, we decided to go Tom’s Kitchen, the Chelsea brasserie opened by Michelin Star Chef, Tom Aikens.


The process was ridiculously straight forward.  Once I decided where we’d be brunching, and checked the website, I opted to call the restaurant directly to make our reservation given the fact that the attendee list was fluid and I wanted to discuss my options.  I was assured that numbers could be increased or decreased easily and after a few minutes of conversation, the reservation was done and dusted.  Although I did not receive a booking confirmation following the call, I felt pretty confident that all would be a-ok.  And a day before the brunch, I received a confirmation phone call.  Lovely!


We welcomed some lovely new Ladies who certainly had a refreshing outlook on life and this was expressed in our conversation trail.  From the weirdo who thought it befitting to take one of the Ladies on a first date to the beach… at night(!), to our responses to celebrity singers throwing out their phone number on £50 notes, I learnt a lot and laughed my head off!  Here are some of the funniest stories shared:

Michelin Star Mami: Brunching in Tom Aikens’ eaterie, it was apt that the subject of fine dining came up.  Now I’ve been to many social gatherings with one of our Ladies Wot Brunch in particular, and when prompted she insists on being taken out on dates to Michelin Star restaurants.  When we delved further into this, her theory was that a man who could excite her palette would be more than likely to stimulate her mind.  And the effort and energy put into selecting and dining at a Michelin Star restaurant spoke leaps and bounds about the kind of man he would be in a relationship.  C’est vrai ou faux?  Would it be better to go on a date to Nandos if the guy says he is cutting his coat according to his cloth?  Would you appreciate it if he took you to a Michelin Star restaurant on a 2 for 1 offer?  What is the acceptable criterion?  And how important is fine dining on a first date?  Thoughts please!

First date on the beach?!  This one HAD to be shared! It all started when this particular young lady, who at the time was studying for her University finals, decided she needed a break.  One evening, she went out with her girlfriends and met a sexy something in the club.  He obviously seemed like a nice, happening guy and so when he suggested they swap numbers, she thought nothing of it.  They arranged to meet soon after, except his proposed meeting spot was the beach (she studied in a coastal town). “OK, perhaps we’ll be meeting there and heading elsewhere”, she thought and so she happily obliged.  But when they met and Mr Man was gassing without making any signs of the leaving the shingle-shore, the alarm bells started ringing.  And rightly so!  I should also add that at this point, we were all screaming “what the heck were you still doing there?!”  And it gets worse!  It’s getting dark and Mr Weirdo is still chatting smack, then all of a sudden he starts coming up with some ludicrous conspiracy theories:

“I think Michael Jackson is actually dead (at this time he was definitely still alive and kicking)

“Biggie and Tupac on the other hand, are very much still alive”

“Why don’t we see many pregnant women walking about the place?  It’s because aliens were dropped here on earth.  That’s the only explanation for the sudden appearance of grown people.”

“If money can’t buy your love, then Starbucks can.  As in Star + Bucks.  As in celebrity money [insert useless immodest laughter here]”

It is now dark.  There is no one else around this beach.  And this man is quite clearly a stark raving loony!  What to do?!  Luckily, she had planned an exit strategy and managed to escape to a friend’s house who lived nearby, even though he insisted on following her all the way there, and becoming borderline aggressive when she wouldn’t let him enter the flat.  What a mad man!  Thankfully, she’s now found a lovely, sane boyfriend who takes her on dates to much better places!  Moral of the story: Romance your books!  They will never lead you to the beach at night!

Who pays for the cab ride home?  I’m sure this is not the first time this question has come up amongst groups across the globe.  Who is responsible for the cab fare home?  A few months back I went out for a night of drinks and dancing and had a great time.  We were vibing, sipping champagne and the dude had rhythm!  So when the night drew to a close, we reluctantly agreed that cabs needed to called and homes needed to be returned to.  As a gentleman should, he arranged both taxis and let me know once it arrived.  I was put in the cab and spent the journey smiling as I recollected the great evening we’d spent together.  But the smile was abruptly removed when I got home and the taxi driver said “That’ll be £20 please love.”  WHATTT?!  The dude had not made the arrangement?!  I was quietly indignant, and that night, although he was not relegated to the do-not-answer-phone-calls pile, he definitely received a strike against his name.  But when I shared this story with the Ladies, I had a mixed bag of responses.  My thinking is that if you have requested my company for the evening, I am in your care and for those few hours, my wellbeing is your responsibility.  It’s totally different to going for dinner or drinks with your male friends, because you both know what the 411 is.  There are no romantic intentions, no one is trying to impress anyone and therefore no financial obligations exist.  I have no problems splitting bills and paying for my own taxi fare in these platonic situations and on occasions have even spotted the entire food bill too.  In short, I am not against women paying!  HOWEVER, when you’re out on a date, it’s a different ball game, and I know that men can and do pay for taxis because in a similar previous situation, the gentleman not only paid for my cab home but also my cab to the venue!  Am I spoilt for expecting this?  Is this not the norm?  Some of the Ladies believed that his responsibility ended once he called the taxi, skipped a few steps and then started and ended again once he called/text/instant messaged to make sure I got home ok.  Really?  What is the official rule?  Does one exist?  Do you weigh it up based on how good the evening was?  Whatever the conclusion, one thing it reminded me was to make sure you gats ya £$€ with you at all times!  Do not forget yourself and allow any person to disgrace you because you’re expecting them to foot the bill.  Boys are getting brazen, and feel no way to humiliate you!  Do you want to be looking fresh, hair done, nails done, everything did, with £1.50 in your purse, a London Transport travel card in your pocket and a hefty taxi bill staring you in the face?! NO!  Be warned!  Be aware!  Be prepared!

£50 phone number:  A group of girls went to a concert and were lucky enough to be at the very front of the audience.  During the concert, the artist kept making eyes at one of the girls in particular, singing to her and smiling.  It was not surprising when he eventually came over and sang a heartfelt song to her, holding her hand and looking deep into her soul.  So when the song was over and she felt something in her palm, she knew it would be something special.  She opened her hand carefully and privately to avoid the mass of other women around attacking her for her new found treasure, and what did she see?  A £50 note with his number and the words “call me” written on it!  HA!   The story was shared amongst the group and reactions were sought – would you call?  And the responses were hilarious!  Some said yes they would.  Others said they would, but only because it was a £50 note: a £5 note would not get the same love (!) and there would have to be some serious consideration if it was a £20.  It was great to hear that at least half of us would happily flip the £50 over, write our number and hand it back to the artist – good old fashioned values have not died!  And it was even better to hear that if we left the concert with the £50, call or no call, that money was getting SPENT!  Believe that!


If you’re after some sumptuous nosh which looks as good as it tastes, you need to get to Tom’s Kitchen!  We started off very conservatively, ordering typical brunch fare such as Pancakes, Eggs Royale and a good old fashioned English fry up with fresh pressed juices, smoothies and coffees to accompany.  And when they came round, they did not disappoint.

As a pancake fiend (see my last post), I of course went for the blueberry pancakes.  And I definitely got a pan-CAKE!  When it came out, I wasn’t sure if I’d received the right order, but on slicing it, it all made sense.  Tom’s Kitchen take the pancake to the next level, serving a thick and sweet fried cake infused with succulent blueberries and dusted with icing sugar to finish.  It looked mad and tasted even crazier.  It reminded me of a tortilla española – Spanish omelette, but was a sweet, fruity version.  The accompanying maple syrup ensured the pancake was moist but not sickly and though it took a wee while to finish, I ate it all up!  Also selected were the Eggs Royale, Eggs Benedict and a hearty portion of Brioche French Toast, all of which were good, although the French Toast could have done with an accompanying sauce, perhaps the maple syrup.

Given the food envy we soon started to experience, we went for a second round of lunch fare and between us ordered a mixed leaf salad with house dressing, macaroni cheese and the steak and ale pie of the day.  Each meal was well prepared, and although the pie contained minced meat instead of meat chunks, we enjoyed our orders.  From the mouth watering vinaigrette which accompanied the salad, to the pastry atop the pie, the second round of food was consumed with content.  Our only criticism lies with the pie, and as Gabby said, “the pie could have been better.  Even Jay Rayner (food critic) agrees!”


Although it started off a little shaky, probably because we arrived a little late *ahem*, service at Tom’s Kitchen was what you’d expect at a Chelsea brasserie.  We were lucky enough to be served by a sprightly, young man named Tosin (such a sweetheart) who was extremely attentive and went out of his way to ensure we enjoyed our time there.  From advising us that the Brunch menu would be ending soon, to automatically ordering extra dishes as the additional Ladies who were running late arrived, bringing out extra tableware as requested (and we made many requests), to making honest, unbiased recommendations, he played the part of a true gentleman-cum-waiter.  If I’m honest, I think he was really happy to see a group of sisters at this Chelsea hole-in-the-wall and went the extra mile to render a Chelsea-graded service.  Not to say that he wouldn’t have done so otherwise; Tosins are the most kind natured, amazing people you will ever meet! 🙂


If I had to give Tom’s Kitchen a score out of 10, it would be an 8.  The booking system was simple and efficient, the food was yummy, the service was top notch and they accommodated our raucous and loud conversations without complaint.  Although it’s not on a main road, it is very easy to find and its location in a quaint understated residential area adds to its private and exclusive charm.  It’s dressed like an English brasserie: large wooden, rustic tables and chairs, pictures on the wall, and an open kitchen so you can catch a glimpse of the chefs preparing your meals.  It’s not pretentious in nature, ensuring you feel comfortable in your jeans and boots, the moment you walk inside.  The venue is family friendly and in the hours we spent there, several parents, grandparents, children and couples came, ate and went.  I would highly recommend it as an alternative to your Saturday hangover recovery joints or as a Sunday Brunch spot with a twist.  Tom we would love to return to your Kitchen!

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For Ladies Wot Brunch… At Automat

22 Oct

Saturday 15th October was the beautiful Saturday chosen for our second Brunch Club rendezvous.  Following the fabulous feedback on our Afternoon Tea antics, I decided we should go somewhere that would accommodate the barrels of laughter we were bound to have.

The venue chosen was Automat, a typically American Brunch spot, with its generous menu, open plan seating area and understated chic décor set in the heart of Mayfair.


Once the decision was made, I knew it would be best to book with plenty of advance notice.  Though I have not had any horrible experiences myself, I believe that Automat is best enjoyed when you have a guaranteed reservation.  Given the number of Ladies Wot Brunch confirmed to attend, I called the restaurant approximately 3 weeks ahead of the chosen date and made a provisional booking over the phone.  An email confirmation was sent out shortly afterwards, to secure it.   The restaurant manager was extremely professional and friendly, responding aptly to the million-and-one questions I had.  It was a pleasant surprise and welcomed alternative to the usual automated online booking system.  The personal touch and sexy continental voice on the other end of the phone brought a cheeky smile to my face and I knew from the moment I hung up that we were bound to have a great afternoon.


Is dating a hobby? 

How painful is an underarm wax?

What do you say to your boyfriend when he lambasts your new weave in front of all your friends? 

Is dating ok when your boyfriend lives abroad?

Yes.  These are real questions.  And YES!  These were questions laced and weaved into the hilarious conversations we had during the afternoon.

I couldn’t keep track of the topics we oooh’d, aaah’d, gasped and cried tears of laughter over.  From the story about an eager man who sought out one of our young ladies on public transport and desperately attempted to coerce her into going out with him, despite being told that she had a boyfriend, to the discussion about the various colours and textures of a certain part of the male anatomy… hair of course (!), the afternoon was full of hilarious and thought-provoking conversation.

When I caught up with each of the ladies after our brunch, the one thing that no-one failed to mention was the pain they felt from laughing so hard.  I must be honest – I was tempted to share the entire, somewhat explicit conversation trail, which had everyone in stitches.  But alas, there is such a thing as privacy, litigation *cough* and besides, the world we live in is too small.  So I’ll push my stellar idea to one side and share the hottest topics discussed:

Is dating a hobby?  …Or merely an activity which takes you to your desired outcome – being with that significant other?  The question arose when the ladies were completing their member profiles (yes, we are that organised!).  I believe that like a sport, dating is an official pastime: something you dedicate a sizeable amount of time to.  You mostly enjoy it and sometimes it’s fun, sometimes it’s gruelling, sometimes you want to kiss the person on the other team on the lips, and sometimes you want to punch the opposition’s lights out.  There are no rules in this game; you simply need to play in order to win and lots of us are currently playing.  These were my thoughts and the reason I included it as a hobby/interest on the profile form.   However, other members did not agree, believing that it was something you just had to do to get your guy or gal.  A transitory journey you embark on, learning plenty of important lessons and strengthening your morals along the way, until you reach your final destination.  Nothing more.  Nothing less.  We never concluded and in the end our attention was swiftly diverted to the bellinis and freshly pressed juices which were brought round.  What are your thoughts?

Men who are later that a motherf*?!er:  This is a dead dog movement as coined by one of our effervescent members.  I recently had a very unsavoury experience with a seemingly nice young man.  Plans were made to catch up for some drinks in Central London, but lo and behold, the dude decided it was ok to be an hour late.  Yes, ONE WHOLE HOUR!  I was leaving, he was unapologetic, he grabbed my arm and then he nearly lost his eye.  The rest of the story is irrelevant.  And after the energetic rebuke I received from the ladies for even entertaining such a clown, I agreed that this is not to be tolerated. Ever!

WaXXXing:  A bit of a hairy topic (hee hee) for brunch, I know, but it’s an important one.  Plus, I was looking for any opportunity to show off my freshly waxed underarms (tee hee hee!)  Personal grooming is so important for both sexes and the more attention you pay to ensuring you present your face, body and odour appropriately, the better.  We all agreed that hairy legs and *other bits* were not the way forward, and regardless of the method you choose to get rid of your short and curlies, fuzz free women will always win in life.

Men who disgrace their women in public:  Or should I say dim daft dumb nincompoops who have no respect for their women.  I personally do not understand how any of us can stay with men who are so disrespectful and have no regard, instead choosing to humiliate us creatures of beauty and grace.  Boooo!  If you are reading this and are a woman who has accepted such treatment from a man, this is for you – SLAP!  Don’t let it happen AGAIN!  You are worth so much more than that kind of base behaviour.  And if you are man who does not see anything wrong with asking your woman in front of all her friends why she wasted £80 and the entire morning on her latest hairdo, because it looks awful, then this is for you – PIYOWWWN!  You deserve to be shot with the gun of common sense and sensitivity.  Don’t do it again!  Else my pistol will sniff you out boy!


Delicious.  Juicy.  Full of flavour.  Sumptuous.  There are many adjectives to describe the many dishes we ordered between us.   Contrary to what my expanding waistline and chubbying cheeks might suggest, I did not eat all the food, and so the following are accounts of the dishes by fellow bloggers and Ladies Wot Brunched – Remi of Low Radio FreQ and Esther of Diario de Esther:

For me (Remi) to be wearing makeup and heels before 6pm on a Saturday evening can only mean one thing…  I am going to be having a girly catch up with the wonderful ladies at Ladies Wot Brunch.  Having to unfortunately miss the last catch up, I was very much eager to make this one as we were brunching at the Automat in Mayfair.

Whilst my ladies had a sweet tooth and opted to get yummy pancakes with scrumptious toppings, I went for the scrambled eggs with salmon on toast and was not disappointed with my choice! The eggs were cooked just right, not too runny and not too dry.  It made a wonderful combination with the salmon, beautifully fusing with the saltiness of the salmon.  The toasted bread was lovely, not being overdone which could have killed the whole dish, but instead gave the meal the substance it needed.  Another bonus for me was the fact that I didn’t feel the need to add pepper or salt as the ingredients used were just right.

This meal is definitely something to have if you want something hearty but on the lighter side on a Saturday afternoon.

(Esther) Once again the classy and beautiful ladies of The Brunch Club had a rendezvous. We ate at Automat and I ordered one of my favourites, the buttermilk pancakes with maple syrup and strawberries, I couldn’t resist: it always does it for me and thinking about it right now is making me crave them all over again! *SIGH*

The pancakes were so light, fresh, warm and sweet all at the same time, complimented with fresh strawberries and maple syrup.  Yum!  Every bite gave the same sweet taste in my mouth and I didn’t want the contents on my plate to finish, I could have easily had another plate. But you know what they say, “a minute on the lips… blah blah”. If you’re not salivating right now, there’s clearly something wrong! :-p  Automat are very generous with their portions and I always feel satisfied once I’ve ordered this.  All in all it was another successful brunch date and the food and company was AMAZING!

I (Deborah) opted for the blueberry pancakes, my ultimate favourite and on this occasion, they did not disappoint – The fluffy stack of sweet griddled batter, the blueberry coulis artistically drizzled on top and all around, the decorative ripe blueberries which were carefully tossed across the plate, and the dusting of icing sugar to finish, which made it look like an angel had kissed my pancakes just as they arrived at the table.  The dish was hearty enough to satisfy any Saturday morning hunger and yet expertly assembled to avoid it being stodgy.  My pancakes were mine: sweet, wholesome and the perfect accompaniment in between fun infused conversations.  Loved ‘em!


The vibe at Automat is professional and yet cool.  We were welcomed with a smile and led to the chef’s table which had been reserved for us, before our coats were collected and in exchange, we were each given a cloakroom ticket.  During the several hours we spent at the restaurant, our drinks kept flowing, and our waiter was attentive, ensuring special requests were met for the more particular eaters amongst us and food came out as promptly as possible for the ladies who arrived a little late.  There was no pomp and ceremony involved in the service rendered, just good old fashioned table waiting.  The icing on the cake was when our waiter secretly popped into our photo at the last minute and actually blended in.  Unfortunately, For Men Wot Brunch doesn’t quite have the same ring to it…


In line with our inherent tradition, the Ladies Wot Brunch did not disappoint – the outfits, make up and accessories on display were pretty amazing.  We had an afternoon full of friendship forming, gist loving, purchase admiring and of course eating and drinking.  It is so important that as women we celebrate each other and encourage and support our individual endeavours.  As the newly coined iya oloja (saleswoman in Yoruba dialect) I was very pleased when every single lady supported my initiative and not only purchased some bad ass pieces but also ordered even more.  Aside from the fact there were some beautiful bargains not to be missed up for sale (!), the purchase power hour illustrated the beauty in wonderful women breaking bread together, having a laugh and discussing interests and side gigs.  We identified several business ventures around the table and going forward, I really hope we can continue in the same vein reaching out to our fellow Ladies Wot Brunch to acquire the next big thing on our shopping lists.

Business aside, I think the best thing about this month’s meeting was the smile on my face that I left with.  I had spent an afternoon in the presence of some absolute gems, immaculately dressed, with the most precise eyebrows in town (For true!  Check out the pics!) and we discussed some light and not-so-light but insightful topics.  What started as a few hours set aside for brunch turned into a whole day of fabulousity, which I believe speaks volumes.  The Brunch Club has so much in store…   Watch this space!

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