I love brunch. Hands down it’s my favourite meal. You can have eggs benedict, pancakes, a full English, or a burger. It covers every possible food group. And again, pancakes. Pancakes. Pancakes. Pancakes. Oh how I love them. Except finding gluten free pancakes is akin with finding that pot of gold that apparently exists at the end of every rainbow.
I wanted to eat brunch last Sunday. I’d like to eat brunch every day. But I try to save these things for the weekend. I wanted pancakes, but I didn’t want to spend a whole afternoon on Google, looking for gluten free options. So I turned my attention to The Good Life Eatery instead, and okay fine, they didn’t have pancakes. But they did have waffles, and that is almost just as exciting!
Not only do they have waffles, they have GUILT FREE waffles. The kind that don’t cling to your thighs the moment you swallow them. So a few Whatsapp messages later, my friend Cath, (also a gluten dodger), was onboard with this guilt free waffle idea, and we made our way over to Chelsea on what was the most beautiful, sunny day.
The Michelin man even looked perkier thanks to the sunshine, as he towered over us at Michelin House, and the even better thing about going to The Good Life Eatery? We had to walk past The Conran Shop. Only one of my favourite shops EV-ER!
We walked down Sloane Avenue and turned up at the entrance to The Good Life Eatery. I knew there would be a queue. It’s wildly popular and to be honest, London isn’t Kingpin when it comes to offering loads of healthy eating cafes. It needs to take a leaf out of Melbourne, Australia’s book. Those guys have healthy eating covered.
We didn’t have to wait too long for a table, and I spent a good amount of time being distracted by the window display of cakes and bread made from the most innocent of ingredients – quinoa, spelt, angels tears and probably even blessed by the Pope. Y’know, that sort of ingredients.
A table became free and we bolted in its direction in the only way two hungry females could. Elbows out, handbag prepped and ready to barge others out of the way, with steely, determined looks on our faces. Once the table was claimed by putting our iPhone’s on top in a ‘Sorry you can’t sit here, these seats are ours’ kinda way, we made our way back to the counter to place our order.
‘Paleo waffles and an almond milk latte please!’
‘Sweetened or unsweetened almond milk?’
Sweetened OR unsweetened almond milk? These people speak my language. I mean, the other day I was in the grocery store and there was only sweetened almond milk on the shelf. I found an employee of the store and I asked him if he would go check out back for the unsweetened version, because why drink double the calories when you don’t need to? Yep, I actually said exactly that.
Being offered a choice between the two in a cafe had never happened to me up until this day. I was seriously impressed.
Back at our seats, I sipped at my unsweetened almond milk latte and waited as patiently as I could for my plate of waffles.
Cath skipped the coffee’s all together (very unlike you Cath!), and got stuck into a Berry Sunrise smoothie which meant it contained blackberries, blueberries, banana, raw almonds, almond-hazelnut butter, almond milk (ooo wonder if it was sweetened or not? Ha!), raw honey and I think maybe the super-powers of 20 unicorns. Yup.
And THEN there were waffles. Paleo Chestnut and Almond Waffles to be exact. WITH chia strawberry jam, coconut yoghurt, and strawberries. Yuuummmmm! And they were seriously YUM. We both devoured our plates with not a crumb left, yet we didn’t have that awful ‘I’ve eaten too much and should have stopped 3 mouthfuls ago’ uncomfortable feeling. That’s the joy of clean eating!
We settled our bill, and as we left I made a mental note to return for the acai bowl and baked corn fritters. Next stop? The Conran Shop. Duh!