Everybody knows I love a good brunch.* In fact, the only people in the world who could
possibly like brunch more than me are Americans – they can't get enough of the stuff and, let's be honest here, nobody does it better.
I, like every other basic bitch in the land, have a few top brunch spots in the world:
Brickwood Clapham is number one, primarily due to proximity but also because their avo toast tastes much better than skinny feels;
Holybelly in Paris is a close second and the latest addition to the list is
Archetype in Napa.