"The scene at Gloria is about as inconspicuous as a wet dog wearing hi-vis. A Shoreditch trattoria that’s built on frills, truffle, and supersized profiteroles, you can get involved in the breakfast menu from 11.30am at the weekend. It features all of the usual suspects—eggs, pancakes, more eggs—but everything has received Gloria’s La Dolce Vita treatment. The French toast is covered in tiramisu cream, the scrambled eggs come with its own little mountain of parmigiano, and you can add 24-month prosciutto to your poached eggs. Oh, and Gloria takes bookings of up to 16 people, so you’ve officially just lost your reason not to invite your friend’s new partner who publishes pictures of their running routes. Sorry. " - rianne shlebak, jake missing, heidi lauth beasley
