the day after...

after a night walking in golden high heels nothing better than the good old english breakfast.
my friends took me to hackney city farm, where i had the best ever breakfast since i've been in london. and i have been trying loads...
the mushrooms were not canned, the sausages were amazingly grilled and tasted really good. it's a pity they only do scrambled eggs on weekends, as i prefer fried or poached.
and all this savoured in the tables outside. it really feels like an escape to the countryside.
you can visit the animals in the farm after, although we were too hangovered to do that.