For Sunday brunch we popped over to Cafezique. Well in fact we popped over but then went home when we discovered Mr K couldn’t come in. Then we popped back. Popping all over the shop!
A really cool vibe to this place and good food too. I had the ‘eggs black’; poached eggs on english muffin with black pudding, rocket and hollandaise. And you can have breakfast all day, 7 days a week – can’t argue with that. The husband claimed the cappuccino to be the best he’d had in Glasgow. Now he’s not much of a culinary critic (notable moments include thinking leeks were spring onions, not being able to recognise cauliflower in the supermarket and claiming coriander a fair substitute for parsley), but when it comes to coffee he’s very discerning. I double checked a spoonful of the froth and it was perfection.
I twisted the husband’s arm into sharing a cake with me and let’s just say it wasn’t exactly a squeeze fitting it in. Probably just as well – I was stuffed after my brunch. But I’m guessing the cakes are pretty popular because they were disappearing off the blackboard as quick as Britney’s hair circa 2007.