Over the past couple of years, I’ve taken to going out on a Saturday morning for brunch or it might look like breakfast. I try for 10.30 ish and must take a book. I must also go alone, so that I read said book and only I decide where to go, which is usually a choice between two low key cafes.
It wasn’t until I was out with a friend, Karen, on our way to Westonzoyland Pumping Station in glorious Somerset, to admire the wonders of Victorian Mechanics – photos below for interest – that I hit on the idea of doing a blog about brunch. The reason it came to me was that we stopped for coffee, read the menu and wanted brunch but were 5 minutes too late. We decided to leave earlier next time.
Karen knows many quaint and interesting places to eat it was then that we hit on the idea of trying to eat brunch – won’t call it breakfast, in as many cafes as possible in Somerset. In order to make this less gluttonous I decided to write about every place we visit – not too many words but hopefully some nice colourful photos.
I was surprised to discover that Brunch was introduced in 1895 by an English writer Guy Beringer in his book ”Brunch a Plea”. Following alcohol filled Saturday nights, I believe he made a request for comfort food but not a big Sunday lunch. It’s obviously a blending of breakfast and lunch but can be more fun when it involves alcohol. Purists will have very specific food served but the English seem to have prioritised a full English breakfast as its staple but it can include upmarket, fusion food, fresh fruit , Bucks Fizz, kedgeree, avocado and even black pudding I suppose and cake!
We’re both vegetarians but not evangelical about it so our choices might be uninspiring and a bit pedestrian. Therefore to make up for this it’s going to be the interesting hostelry that counts not the food.
That’ll be the next blog. I’m going to enjoy it if no one else does.
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