Dante’s Fried Chicken, goodness me. Derek and I headed down to the press brunch last Sunday and here I am almost a week later, still reminiscing the taste of that chicken. It’s another league to any fried chicken that I’ve had in London in the past. Perfect texture, moisture, crispyness – you name it. I’m dreaming about chicken.
I don’t know about you but I love breakfast. When I wake up in the morning though I rarely have time for more than a bowl of cereal and a banana, the opportunity to eat out then is always a delight. When visiting No.11 Pimlico Road the delights don’t stop at the food, the newly refurbished Chelsea space makes for a fabulous experience from dawn into dusk.