Hangover Porn At Dirty Bones

A trend has come to London and it’s more popular then men with beards, Angry Birds and Tinder.

It’s the bottomless brunch.

Brunch was good enough but making it bottomless is strike of genius.

It’s Sunday morning and all you want to do is roll in your filth of dehydration and blurred memories.

But you shouldn’t. In High Street Kensington there is a door to the saviour – It’s Dirty Bones! 

I was invited by Emilia from Sauce for a complimentary bottomless brunch with other hung over bloggers.

We kicked off the best way possible- A masterclass of  the Dirty Bloody Mary taught by Michael our leading man!

Fascinating mix of pickled brine, Louisiana hot sauce lime juice and mint

Mexico has officially invaded Mary .. and I like it. The heat woke me up like a Mexican shaker!

We settled down to begin. I was sat with Chris he is a Solicitor by day and the Quiet Eater by night. Chris also wasn’t drinking the unlimited prosecco , so I took it upon myself to drink for the two.

Anyway everyone knows the ‘morning after the heavy night feeling’

You lose all dignity as you scrape together anything edible…

Yes treat your body as a temple

but on this day you decide my body will be the size of a temple.

Dirty Bones understands this very feeling which is why the food went a little like this

A hanger’s dream, toasties!

(the agreement process of cracking the egg for photos was an important one so please appreciate the beauty of this yolk trickling down the steak and soaking into the spongy bun)

Hot salty chips with more egg – as one sees this time they have chosen the fried approach.

Waffles and chicken with maple syrup-

I don’t know where putting chicken with waffles came from but the last time I saw this was a Jazz brunch in Harlem.

of course we had a smaller portion.. we don’t want to be the fattest country now………

Now the table didn’t agree but my favourite dish was this one

This inspired me to ask Chris ‘What cereal would he eat if he was on the death row.’ 

Marks and Spencer’s double chocolate he said. you?

Lucky Charms I replied..

Meanwhile everyone was indulging in this dish;

Peanut butter comes in my list of the things I hate, along with liquorice and ankle hair so I left this alone.

The prosecco was still flowing as people went there own ways…some went off to other events, I waited till Michael poured the last drop and wandered back to my bed to lie in satisfaction and guilt.

My advice to you for the next ‘morning after’ feeling head to Dirty Bones.

Thanks to the lovely Sauce girls; Emilia and Hazel for the invite to this event and to Michael for hosting an epic brunch.