Tell me on a Sunday: Tom's Deli

Once upon a time, there was a girl. 

A girl who loved tea on rainy afternoons.

And taking pictures. And hats.

And warm rooms 

with steamy windows.

And it was on one such afternoon that we found ourself in Tom's Deli in Notting Hill. A.A  hadn't been back in years. I was a newbie, undergoing my initiation in his local 'hood', yo.

Tom's Deli made me think of The Emerald City and is almost a throwback to the imaginary childhood we all crave. Where glittering eyes look up at stacks of mouthwatering confectionary. Where the colours of the rainbow plaster every surface and if you close your eyes you can almost taste it. Plus the place offers a mean selection of brunch & breakfast faves, cakes, drinks, yummy mummies ...along with a delicatessen and a salad bar in the basement.

The Guinness Chocolate cake looked nondescript and not particularly appetising. But as your mother always told you, "looks aren't everything". And she is right- the cake was rich and boozy, with the perfect amount of cream cheese frosting. 

She probably also said "sharing is caring". We tried that.. but NAH... just goes to show, she doesn't always know best.

Tom's Deli
226 Westbourne Grove
London
W11 2RH
020 7221 8818

THE CAKE

HAPPY FACES ALL ROUND

Inevitably we fought over who would nail the last piece. Underhand tactics preponderated and I came out on top.  Goodbye was a tense affair- luckily A.A. was going home to a basket of brownies baked by our favourite mister Pablo H (let me at 'em..let me at 'em).

I headed over to China Tang at the Dorchester for a Chinese dinner and a chin-wag with one of my best friends Fi- btw Happy Year of The Snake everyone! Incidentally, the food at China Tang was terrible and we pretty much left the lot, instead moving onto afternoon tea, more cake and scones. 

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