Sunday in Brooklyn
Sneakily hidden in Notting Hill you can find one of NYC’s best ever exports: Sunday in Brooklyn. Is there anywhere better in the world for brunch than the Big Apple?! I think not. And this place is one of their best. Stepping through the door you immediately feel like you’re in an Aubrey Hepburn movie. The flowers hanging from the ceiling. The light fresh decor. The boujie elite having their midweek chinwags over a cup coffee. This is life.
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And the food is EPIC. The Cheddar Scramble made my day, week, month. Mainly because I have never tasted potatoes quite like this. Long Island Potatoes. Get in. The yummy Egg Scramble doesn’t disappoint. And don’t get me started on their world famous Sunday Pancakes. You should come here if only for those. Chocolate heaven. If brunch is your thing what excuse do you have for not coming here?
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