Without a doubt in my mind, London has the best range of markets you could wish for in one city. Particularly when it comes to food! You might be a fan of vintage or antique markets. Me? Just point me in the nearest direction of the stalls selling gourmet burgers and brownies please.
Having never been to Maltby Street Market before, we set off early one chilly Sunday morning, restraining ourselves from eating breakfast before we left, so we could stuff ourselves silly with all that was on offer at the market.
The cold weather hadn’t deterred anyone. Everyone was wrapped up warm, wandering around taking in the aroma’s from all the various stalls.
The absolute worst part of visiting a food market is having to make a decision on your cuisine. Should I go for the hotdog? The grilled cheese sandwich? Or maybe the burger?
And those grilled cheese sandwiches DID look good. With bacon too!
The Boy Next Door had set his sights on a chicken wrap, and so I left him in the queue to head back to the stall that caught my eye when we first walked in. Waffle On.
A waffle. With eggs. And bacon. And syrup. Decision made.
I stood nearby as they fried the eggs and bacon, because who doesn’t love the smell of bacon? Even my vegetarian friends salivate and go slightly weak at the knees.
My order was nearly ready. Waffles, bacon, eggs…
A squirt of maple syrup…
And voila! Breakfast was served.
Breakfast was awesome. Absolutely worth the restraint of not eating before we left home, and not too filling, leaving plenty of room for dessert. Even if waffles are kinda like dessert. That was breakfast in my mind. So yes, dessert was still on the agenda.
We spotted the St John Bakery, and I decided that very second that we were going inside to purchase a donut. I see so many Instagram photos of them, that I wanted to be a part of those that had already been lucky enough to devour one.
They looked SO good. There were various flavours all lined up in neat little rows and I wanted to face plant into them.
We paid for our donut and stepped outside to tear open that brown bag and get to the good stuff.
It was delicious. Fluffy, doughy, creamy, sugary. Everything you can ask for in a donut. The only bad thing about it, was that I had to share it with TBND.
Having done a couple of laps of Maltby Street Market, we made our way towards the exit with one more stop on the agenda. Bad Brownie.
Having heard great things about these guys, it would have been rude not to sample one of their brownies. Decision time again. Should we go for the peanut butter? Triple chocolate? Or the salted caramel?
We settled for the salted caramel, and exercised our very best willpower, having them place it in a box to eat later in the day.
No trip to the Borough/London Bridge area would be complete without a sneaky trip to Borough Kitchen. We did a little shopping, and head towards the train station. And then our minds turned to more important matters. The salted caramel brownie in my handbag.
I mean, look at that thing. It’s screaming UNBELIEVABLY GOOD. And it was unbelievably good. I just wished we’d used our common sense and bought the whole tray. A very good reason to return to Maltby Street Market pronto.