Its not every weekend that I would wake up with the sole intention of leaving the flat just to eat breakfast outside. This weekend I had the pleasure of hosting my niece. In an attempt to put a little effort into breakfast in the morning I convinced Mr Awesome and my teen niece to get out early and head to Borough Market for Breakfast. It wasn’t even 11am and the place was already busy with shoppers and sellers. Considering its only around the corner from me, its a shame I don’t go to the market that often.
It was a bright day and surprisingly dry considering the weather of late. The moment you walk past the entrance your senses are delighted as you are taken on a journey. Our first stop was at the Croatian stall that had the most fragrant cured meats. Then walking by you are hit by the fresh smell of baked breads. From olive bread to croissants to the stacked mountain of brownies that was tempted to dive on. Passed that I couldn’t help but start off with a freshly pressed apple and carrot juice as the juices were lined up in full rainbow effect. Each time I come here I automatically get myself into tourist mode, I cannot help but fall in love with London each time I take visits to the lovely markets as it sends me on a sampling frenzy. By this time my niece and bf had already bagged breakfast while we were still shimmying around the busy market. I only had one thing on my mind and wasn’t going to settle for anything less. All I wanted was for my mouth to meet a tasty, hot and juicy sausage and bacon roll and there was only one spot I knew that knows how to make just how I like it! The Northfield Kitchen of course. Following a short stroll near the green market of Borough Market and I had my eyes on my prize. After walking around and looking at food all around the market I had worked up an appetite and was a little hungry, so my apologies for not taking photos of it because I scoffed that sucker down like I was getting paid to do it. This was followed by coffee at Monmouth. Now, I love my coffee but I certainly don’t like to queue around the corner just to get it. That’s what you get when visiting Monmouth on a Saturday morning. The coffee is freshly ground right here and you get to pick from Columbia’s finest blends. At the cost of queuing up in a line that was circling the coffee shop plus a few pounds.
Walking around the market whilst spotting the glimmering Shard peering through the roof openings of the market in what is now a blend of old meets new you can see tourists and locals combine into one cosmopolitan blend of what now beautifully represents London. All strolling around taking in the scents of all that is on offer from the sellers at Borough Market. Almost every country is represented here. From American cheese cakes good enough to trick a New Yorker into believing they were tasting Brooklyn finest sweet stuff, to Parisian macaroons in the sweetest colours, Turkish patisseries, Israelis humus severed with warm flat breads, Arabic sweets, the tantalising smell of Spanish paella being cooked in massive pans and you obviously cannot miss out on the full English. One of my favourite things to do when I travel is make the effort to see the local markets, its the best way to soak up on new culture and eat your way through it. So going to markets in London is a great to take my senses on a journey without jetting off to another country. Allowing myself to fully get lost in it, I somehow manage to discover something I never thought I would find. Luckily, this time I also had my camera to capture some of the market’s offerings.
Do you have a favourite market in London?
For opening times and directions to Borough Market click here