Eggs Royale...mmhmm. There is something just fitting about eating this for breakfast in the middle of the Royal Exchange. The Grand Café and Bar is just that, a café and bar in the grand central space of the Royal Exchange building (which I imagine used to be one helluva bank back in the day). The bar is the centrepiece with an array of tables and cloistered armchairs splayed around it. The shell of the building holds restaurants, high-end boutiques, and two of my favourite sweet shops in London.
As to be expected, this is a prime spot for power breakfasts, power lunches, and, yep you guessed it, power dinners. Each morning, the hall itself vibrates with the number of deals casually being discussed over freshly pressed orange juice, soft boiled eggs, and crisp buttery toast. As night falls, the bankers come in their tens and even their hundreds to sip glasses of fine burgundies or smoky scotch.
At this point, you ask yourself, "Self, what on earth am I doing here?". The answer is in the eggs, those oh so tasty and very expensive eggs. (Sadly, I'm not one of those special few with an expense account, but thankfully the recruiters who want to keep in touch are! At least I hope so, otherwise I'd feel bad about always picking this place.) But back to the eggs.
I've been here for a number of breakfast meetings as I have a fairly busy work schedule and almost no way I'm getting out of the office for long enough to have to travel for a meeting unless its work related. Each time, I opt for a large glass of fresh OJ and the Eggs Royale. I'm not an egg person, and usually the only times I'll use them is when baking or attempting to rapidly boost my protein intake. But there is something about how they do them here that just makes me happy.
The eggs are cooked to perfection with runny yolks yet firm moist whites. The colour is brilliant and makes you want to dive in and swim around in its silky golden goodness. The English muffins are warm and toasted just enough to take on a crunchy crust while maintaining enough fluffiness to soak up the egg yolks. The salmon is cool and fresh (but not cold enough to sap the heat out of the rest of the food) and without that ultra saltiness too many places insist on (do they brine it for days or something?). And of course, there hollandaise sauce with its seductive creaminess and light acidity which cuts through the richness of the dish. The orange juice is refreshing and I don't mind the pulp so much as the taste is something Tropicana can only dream about.
The downside is the price. A glass of OJ is the better part of a fiver and the Eggs Royale run you about £15-20 (the exact price eludes me). So say around £20 for breakfast. Not outrageous but more than I'm willing to spend on a daily or even weekly basis for a meal easily taken care of by a bowl of porridge or a bit of hummus.
Other things...this is an excellent place for a chat as it manages to remain subdued despite the number of people there. The bar is pretty good for an after work cocktail and location is easy to get to for anyone in the area. Given the double (or triple) height ceilings, you have an incredible feeling of space even when it's packed. And the service is top notch without a doubt. read more