Sweets and savories in the window beg one to come in for a visit.
However, once inside, it's not too clear, initially, what or how one orders. If you're behind a crowd, then just follow their lead and all will become right.
After months of wanting to snag an outside table, the bf and I were fortunate enough to do so on a Sunday afternoon. This was our first foray into HMF.
I went in to order cakes and lattes, pay and then return to my perch on the pavement. The place, fortunately, wasn't so busy, so the goodies arrived in fairly short order. The carrot cake, moist and not overly spiced, was a treat to eat. The Victoria sponge cake, looking so good in the window, was not tasting so good in the mouth. The decorative strawberry that had been on the slice that eventually made it to our table (indentation where berry bit had been, slightly reddish stain on the whipped cream) was absent upon arrival. More importantly, the sponge cake itself was quite dry and the whipped cream layer was meager with nary a strawberry to be seen there either. Word to the wise: it's a great-looking cake, but not so great to eat. Well, at least not the one that was out when we came strolling in.
The lattes, though not of 'third wave' coffee caliber, were good, and, more importantly, neither too hot, nor too cold.
I'd be keen on trying breakfast there as the eggs, sausages, and tomatoes being consumed by those sitting near us looked scrumptious. Well, let's hope that they taste as good as they look! read more