"Comfort order: French toast with blueberry compote & crème crue. Sometimes you know it’s a wobble day before you’ve even opened your eyes. You lie there, big toe twitching, twelve minutes before your alarm is meant to go off, thinking, irrevocably, fuck this. Turn to Hide. More specifically, turn to their French toast that is basically like saying ‘not today satan’ in carbohydrate form. As well as London’s certified Best French Toast, this fine dining spot in Mayfair is also delivering their truffle croque monsieur, eggs benedict, and homemade crumpets." - heidi lauth beasley, jake missing