"At Sunday, an all-day cafe in Islington, the clue is in the name. It’s the place to go for excellent, fluffy brioche french toast when you can’t be bothered to cook, wash away any apprehension about the impending week with frothy lattes, and have one last sleepy hurrah—courtesy of a courgette fritter—before Monday hits. We’ve been solo, and nursed a plate of scrambled eggs with a friend. Just choose someone you can trust to share the half portion of pancakes. " - jake missing, rianne shlebak, sinead cranna
Aleksandra Boruch