I last shopped and ate at Victor Hugos 30 years ago as a student in Edinburgh. A nostalgic return trip for brunch on a Saturday morning recently made clear why this place has been around for decades.
A perfect freshly made espresso machiatto to awaken the senses, then Eggs Victor Hugo washed down with a nice pot of tea.
A toasted muffin topped with smoked salmon, wilted spinach and two perfectly poached eggs, drizzled with lemon infused butter. If brunch gets any better than this I have yet to discover it.
I have eaten eggs benedict at one of Gordon Ramsay's places, but they were not as memorable as this.