The London Review of Breakfasts

"Hope is a good breakfast, but it is a bad supper." (Francis Bacon)

Wednesday, August 29, 2007

Flame Cafe Bistro, Highbury

Flame Cafe Bistro
246 St Paul's Rd
N1 2LJ
020 7354 1546

by Poppy Tartt

Several fasts were broken this morning. Petersen and Peterson and I, together again after months held apart by the Atlantic Ocean and the weight of our incompatible life choices, fell on each other like old friends reunited. (Which we were). We had expected Henry Pottinger, but he cried off, pleading a cookery course. A lucky escape for him, if you know how he feels about beans. No one, not even H. P., needs to spend Tuesday morning on their knees.

Flame is dark and hot and empty, like an unpopular brothel. (Though Peterson, still resisting the rebranding of the English summer, thought it chilly). We ordered tea. It was just the weak side of too strong, and the teabag was not in evidence. Thank god! The tea was good. Then the beans came. Petersen and Peterson (full English meaty and veggy, respectively) were strong. “It’s just like a caff breakfast!” Petersen said cheerfully. Brave in the face of mushrooms so wizened and oily they might have spent a lifetime tanning on the tackier beaches of southern Spain, she parted her pre-formed egg to show me the dusty yolk within. Peterson’s scrambled eggs had not been burnt and she was, as usual, disappointed. My ‘Flame Medi’ – garlic sausage, egg, halloumi, tomatoes and cucumber atop several slices of toast – was merciful, if not in any sense biblical.

Still, thank god I was saved from the monstrous beanslick polluting the plates of Petersen and Peterson. Thank god for halloumi! For halloumi I would kneel on a Tuesday. Yes, I thank Halloumi that where breakfasts are unpredictable three things at least are unchanging: the love between Petersen and Peterson and I; my fascination with their spectacular breasts; and Halloumi, mother of all cheeses – mother, perhaps, of us all.


Anonymous Julian said...

I'm linking for Blogday 2007, walking backwards for Christmas, &c.

4:17 PM, September 01, 2007  
Anonymous Moose Lee said...

If Halloumi is my mother then Stinking Bishop is my father: smelly,
gelatinous and a strict domestic discipliner.

I love this review.

8:43 PM, September 09, 2007  
Anonymous Poppy said...

Julian - I'm confused. Anyone? Or is it just me?

1:33 PM, September 14, 2007  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Julian is talking about Spike Milligan you fool.

11:02 PM, September 15, 2007  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

(relating to the above)Oh and i'm only anonymous because I have no such google/other account. 'Nuff said yo.

11:04 PM, September 15, 2007  
Anonymous poppy said...

How dare you call me a fool, anonymous.

8:17 PM, September 20, 2007  

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