Review | Bourne & Hollingsworth Building


Untitled Untitled Untitled Untitled Untitled Untitled One of the many reasons I love London is its vastness. I love feeling like a little fish in a big pond, zooming around the tube with no-one being able to find me and always uncovering new streets, bars and hidden gems of the big smoke. Bourne and Hollingsworth Building was recommended to me by a friend, so when LFW rolled around, it was on a must-do list.

The nearest tube is Farringdon, being just under a ten minute walk away. We were lazy and late so Ubered. I’d Instagrammed this place half a dozen times before even writing this review, so you can kinda probably guess what tone this post will take.

From the minute you enter the restaurant to the minute you leave, it’s quite frankly, a dream. We were running late (again) so called ahead to warn but there was no issue upon arrival and the friendly staff seated us straight away. Before brunch orders were took I snapped every angle in sight - if you’re into photography, it’s a vision. With its conservatory, quirky garden furniture and array of oversized plants teamed with original sash windows pouring in every inch of daylight - going for the decor would be reason enough.

Food arrived promptly and I went for the full English at £9.50 which is so reasonable for London, as I’d pay that or more for the same dish in Manchester. Presentation unsurprisingly on point and the food was just sensational. I have a thing for the way my poached eggs are cooked and these were cooked to perfection and the bacon was way too moreish - props to the portion size on this. My only gripe would be the bread which was a little too tough for my liking but everything else was spot on.

Every bit of furniture and decor is different - it’s a perfect balance of imperfect items and it just bloody works. I felt super zen being here and the staff are attentive but not in your face which I really like. And if you needed more convincing, the guy at the front desk uses a piano as his desk and the sink in the toilets is a freestanding bath. What. How. Amazing.

How that man doesn’t crack out a song on that piano constantly, I don’t know. He’s a stronger person than I am, that’s all I’ll say. That and this is quite possibly one of my favourite places I’ve ever eaten, and that’s saying something.


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