点评:Heaven has a postcode — and it’s Megan’s in Weybridge.
If brunch were a religion, Megan’s would be my cathedral. I walked in expecting a meal, and left feeling like I’d just been hugged by a Mediterranean grandma who feeds you until you forget all your problems.
The decor? Dreamy. Like Pinterest and Santorini had a baby, and that baby grew up to run a restaurant. Fairy lights, rustic wooden tables, and that smell — oh, the smell — like freshly baked heaven with a hint of adventure.
I ordered the shakshouka and instantly regretted every other breakfast decision I’ve ever made. The eggs? Poached to perfection. The tomato sauce? Richer than a Dubai oil prince. The sourdough? So good I briefly considered proposing to it.
The staff? Angels in aprons. Friendly, funny, and so attentive I started to feel famous. Pretty sure one of them is legally required to follow me home and narrate my life now.
And the coffee? Let’s just say I drank three and achieved temporary enlightenment.
In short, if you haven’t been to Megan’s Weybridge yet, cancel your plans. Go. Now. Sell your furniture if you must. Life is short, eat the halloumi.
翻译:天堂也有邮编——那就是位于韦布里奇的 Megan's。
如果早午餐是一种宗教,那么 Megan's 就是我的圣殿。我走进去,期待着一顿美餐,离开时却感觉像被一位地中海奶奶拥抱,她会不停地喂你,直到你忘记所有烦恼。
装潢?梦幻般。就像 Pinterest 和圣托里尼生了个孩子,然后这个孩子长大后开了一家餐厅。童话般的彩灯、质朴的木桌,还有那股香味——哦,那股香味——就像刚出炉的天堂,带着一丝冒险的气息。
我点了一份沙克舒卡,顿时后悔了我做过的所有其他早餐选择。鸡蛋?水煮得恰到好处。番茄酱?比迪拜石油大王还要浓郁。酸面包?好吃到我甚至一度考虑要不要向它求婚。
员工?穿着围裙的天使。友好、风趣、周到,让我感觉自己都成了名人。我敢肯定,他们现在应该依法追随我回家,讲述我的生活。
咖啡呢?我只能说我喝了三杯,顿悟了。
简而言之,如果你还没去过梅根的威布里奇店,那就取消你的计划吧。赶紧去。如果非要去,就把你的家具卖了吧。人生苦短,吃哈罗米奶酪吧。