Bristol: The Primrose CafeFebruary 3, 2011
I feel it’s only fitting that my very first post be the one I originally wrote in October 2010 about the Primrose Cafe. Many happy and relaxing hours I spent in that cafe during my time in Bristol, whether it was a sunday brunch with the girls, or a solitary latte with my economics essay. I visited this place far more times than I’ll write about it; this entry is a copy of the review (written 27th October 2010) I wrote in my facebook note last year; it’s so good I don’t really want to change it.
|The soon-to-be perennial favourite|
I knew I was in for something good when during week 2 I tried a hot chocolate here and it was piled high with mashmallows and real chocolate. Also the fact that every time of every day of the week the cafe is packed with locals. So a few Sunday’s ago when K and I went out in the morning to do our food shopping (we’re so domestic on the 4th floor it’s ridiculous. Example:
While in Bristol I had Sunday brunch at the Primrose quite a few times, I suppose as a substitute for sunday brunches back home, which I love. I had the chance to sample a few of the things on their sunday brunch menu (which is special and different from their normal breakfast menu), all of which were delicious, in particular the Belgian waffles with berries and greek yoghurt. But anyway, this particular day, the 23rd January 2011, I went with E for my last Sunday Brunch in Bristol. The place was comfortably busy, and as I read the giant, messy blackboard of a menu, I knew it was only appropriate that I get my perennial favourite breakfast dish from my perennial favourite Bristol cafe: Eggs Florentine.
E decided to get the Primose Bacon Butty, but I feel its photo doesn’t really do it justice, it makes it look sort of dry and empty (but then I didn’t eat it so I can’t really say). E said it was good, but with a small smile added that she generally prefers the greasy Joe’s kind of bacon shoved into a soft bread roll, which I totally understand. Also she said it was hard to eat, because the toast was so thickly cut and it all sort of crumbled when you took a bite. But it did smell delicious, and it did have both bacon and pancetta, so really, you can’t make a bacon butty more exotic than this (though having had a chip butty with E over New Years I can attest to the “greasy Joe’s” kind)!
And of course I ordered a latte, delicious and warming as usual. I think what I like most about coffees at the Primrose is that they don’t do take away, so I have to sit down and take 15 minutes to enjoy it. I love being able to hold the round coffee cup in my hands and people watch over the brim of my latte. Plus the staff always give me a smile and I love looking at the display of home-made cakes and slices in the glass cupboard below, even if I don’t order any. The Primrose Cafe is a real jem, and anyone in Bristol should make the effort to cross Clifton Village and have a lunch, or sunday brunch, or even just a coffee here. Definitely one of the things I’ll miss the most about Bristol.
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