There’s something to be said about the hotel brunch – Asian-style. You just can’t seem to find anything even remotely close outside of Asia.
It’s the perfec way to spend a lazy Sunday afternoon in air-conditioned comfort.
We went with some friends visiting us from Sydney, the gorgeous Cynthia and Mike, to Mezza-9 at the Hyatt. It’s one of the places I’ve been to a few times for brunch now – I love the ambience of the place. I think the combination of all that fantastic food with freeflow champagne simply makes people happy, and the buzz that you get from all those happy people is infectious.
And happy people want to eat and drink ! The discrete waiters who constantly fill up your one glass of champagne (making it hard to count just how many you’ve had but who’s counting) take care of the drinks.
The food – where do you start ? I guess at the cold seafood section. Deliciously sweet fresh seafood – crab, crayfish, prawns, oysters, weird periwinkle-looking type things. You can accompany these with salads, but to me, a salad is a waste of precious tummy space. And hidden around the corner from the seafood and salad are teeny mini foie gras burgers with a tomato relish – deeeelish (although I could have done without the burger bit !)
Next up for me was something warm – baked ham – the perfect combination of salty and sweet – along with yorkshire puddings which I envy at how fluffy and light they are – I still can’t replicate these at home, much to the disappointment of my husband, and myself. I gave the roast beef a skip but everyone else on my table had it as well and it looked juicy and tender. Nice.
Japanese next – sashimi, edamame, yakitori – all firm and fresh as you’d expect.
I think I took the most trips to the dessert counter. How can one resist the allure of warm bread and butter pudding, creme brulee – crisp sugar coating cracking open to reveal creamy buttery custard underneath.
Muscatel and belgian chocolate ice-cream (OK Danny it’s wasn’t too chocolatey !) and of course the now-ubiquitous (but still divinely satisfying a little of your Charlie and the Chocolate Factory fantasties) chocolate tap. Mike and I wondered whether it would be considered rude to run your plate of bread and butter pudding and pecan pie under the tap.
We were all sitting a little more upright by the time we realised we were the last ones there. And we were all taking shallow breaths from all we consumed. They had to practically roll us out and into the taxi but gosh we left happy.