Breakfast. The meal of kings

I went to Small Town Bakery on High Street in Kew today. After my seventeenth sleepless night I felt I needed some TLC. For me, that's food made by someone else.

Small Town Bakery is a quaint little artisan bakery with fresh flowers on every table and a selection of cakes, gourmet rolls (pulled pork, avo and chicken breast), a limited breakfast menu and the obligatory coffee. Not one to bow to obligation (plus, I don't drink coffee) I had a hot chocolate (you can have your choice of milk or dark) and smashed avo on sourdough toast. And it was the best I have ever had. The avo was ripe, the tomatoes full of flavour and just enough basil to add taste without overpowering the dish and seasoned perfectly with salt and freshly cracked pepper. It was so delicious that I ate it all.

While I don't feel nourished like I had hoped I am full. So. Fucking. Full.