Breakfast: you’d batter believe it’s ‘waffly good! At least it is when you check out these restaurants. The French invented the waffle in mediaeval times, creating ‘walfre’ for church communions, and amen that they did because the treat quickly spread across the continent. A firm favourite of middle-ages European royalty and twenty first century Shoreditch brunchers alike, this humble flattened batter bite is well worth waffling on about. So grab the maple syrup and head to one of these top waffle destinations….
I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream, and more specifically, Jefferson’s ice cream. The family-run, Balham-based business is bang on the money when it comes to the cold stuff – their multitude of flavours are an absolute dream. Add to that their fluffy waffles and you’ve got yourself a sweet-toother’s match made in heaven.
Everything on the menu is homemade and made on site from the waffles to sauces and the ice cream that ranges from Superberry Snickerdoodle to Deep Chocolate Hazelnut. There’s a build your own vibe too, meaning you can pimp your waffles with anything you like – ice cream, sauces, sprinkles, berries – the choice is endless. It’s like a kid’s (and big kid’s) paradise.
Stand back, Miss Marple (syrup), we’ve solved this one; the clue was in the name. Forty floors above The City, this skyline restaurant combines our favourite batter-based treat and our second favourite waterborne wildfowl (after swans: swans rock). The duck’s eye view restaurant soars 600ft above ground level, and serves both their eponymous ingredients from breakfast (start the day with a Duck Benedict) to dinner (a signature dish of duck and waffle) back to breakfast again with a 24 hour menu of ducks and waffles and ducks and waffles.
Start Saturdays how they’re meant to begin, by waffling down a Nordic Cure. Enough to make anyone change to a Scandinavian GP, the ‘cure’ consists of two Clarence Court eggs (you choose the stye (Scotched? Perhaps there’s limits))along with smoked bacon, fried halloumi, avocado, grilled peppers and beans from a can, served on one of their large, home made, signature waffles.
Like Paula Radcliffe relieving herself in the street, Brussels will be forever remembered for the sprouts. But Belgium can take pride in other achievements, from their moules frites to beers and, most importantly for the purposes of this guide, their waffles. Step in Covent Garden’s Lowlander. The Belgium restaurant serves two varieties, the thicker, creamier Liège waffles served with caramelised apple compote and vanilla ice cream, or the crispier, crunchier, Brussels waffles. They go perfectly with the restaurant’s deliciously thick chocolate sauce (because the Belgians are also fantastic with chocolate, remember?).
Stand aside Belgium, orange-you going to mention Holland? The lowest of the low countries is where waffles are perfected and the Netherlands have been in the waffle game for over a millennium. Which is where My Old Dutch comes into their own. The pancake house (yes, the Dutch also nail the pancake game, our once-a-year effort is pitiful by comparison) also produce waffles, and they’re seriously serious: the banana, nuts, cream and chocolate sauce number is to die for (or from, if you’ve got heart issues).
A sister restaurant for Sexy Fish, Daphne’s, Brasserie of Light but with waffles. The address might be Grosvenor Square, but the vibe is Upper East Side, with an ‘upscale’ (as they’d say) New York feel. Built around a bespoke Argentine parrilla grill, they grill meat and fish. Try the Buttermilk fried chicken waffles or stay pud and enjoy a strawberries and cream waffle.
Where: 34, Grosvenor Square, London, W1K 2HD, United Kingdom
Nearest station: Bond Street (0.5 miles)