Ever since my father bought chickens when I was 12 years old, one of my favourite things about the weekend is long, leisurely breakfasts. As a family, we have always made an effort to sit down and have boiled eggs on a Sunday morning, but now I’m living in London, I have taken to having slightly more lavish breakfasts to continue the ‘tradition’.
My favourite breakfast/brunch item is Eggs Benedict with Smoked Salmon, or Eggs Benedict Royal as it is sometimes called. When I’m feeling broke, I recreate it at home, but when I feel like treating myself, which is far too often for my bank account, I tend to go to Patisserie Valerie, Paul or even The Wolseley on extra special occasions. However, nowhere makes Eggs Benedict quite like Raoul’s in Hammersmith, so I was delighted when The Boyfriend agreed to go there for brunch yesterday, especially when I said it was necessary for my blog (good excuse eh? I’ll be using that one again…).
I knew what I was having before I arrived, so ordered without even glancing at the menu – Eggs Benedict Royal and a freshly squeezed orange juice, followed by blueberry pancakes with maple syrup (just in case you’re wondering, I do share the pancakes with The Boyfriend and I do realise that is a lot of eggs for one person to have in one sitting).
The Eggs Benedict lived up to its usual standards – perfectly cooked poached eggs, light, lemony hollandaise sauce, just the right amount of smoked salmon and lightly toasted muffins. Unlike other restaurants, which give you far too much stodgy, buttery hollandaise, here the sauce is the star, leaving plenty of room for pancakes.
The Boyfriend went for field mushrooms on brown bread with a fried egg. This may not seem particularly special, but the mushrooms have an incredible flavour, so despite the fact that I had plenty eat, I still felt a glimmer of food envy.
We had about five minutes to digest before the blueberry pancakes made their way over to us. Cooked to perfection, they were soft on the inside, slightly crispy on the outside, with whole blueberries that burst in your mouth. I can completely see why Americans get addicted to maple syrup (apparently some people even drink it?), so as always, I poured far too much on top, but I have no regrets as it was so, so delicious.
I would recommend Raoul’s to anyone who shares my love of breakfasts. The atmosphere is relaxed, the staff are friendly and polite, and even the orange juice is wonderful.
Raoul’s, 113-115 Hammersmith Grove, London W6 0NQ