The Best Cake in London // Peggy Porschen

For someone who used to be an avid baker and one hell of a cupcake enthusiast, I'm surprised it has taken me this long to discover the sugary hideaway that is Peggy Porschen. In fact, the irony is I have had her cookery book for years, which I'm ashamed to say I've rarely opened, let alone tried to bake from (I was always a firm fan of Hummingbird Bakery, which now may change).

Finally, a few weeks ago my work pals and I ventured into Belgravia to find this little gem covered in flowers on the corner of a quaint little street - away from the hustle and bustle of Victoria station, yet still very much in walking distance. I'm always looking for Instagramable eateries and spots in London I have not yet discovered, and after seeing Instagram post after Instagram post of bloggers elegantly poised among the Peggy Porschen flowers, 'candidly' eating cake, I knew it was time to make a visit.

Hand on heart, this is the best cake I have ever eaten and that's coming from someone who isn't the biggest fan of cake. After waiting for a table (I never imagined it would be as small as it was, therefore totally overpopulated) we planted our bottoms on the country-inspired garden tables and awaited the menu. Prior to this, we had already taken a gander at the cakes in the show cabinet to help us make a quick decision on what we wanted. Quick wouldn't be the word of choice to describe my decision making; I just could not make my mind up on the type of cake I wanted. What I did know? I'd be having an ice tea, because if you know me well, you'll know one can not be tempted away from a good ice tea.

After letting my friends order, I opted for a Salted Caramel Chocolate Cupcake with a mini daim bar on top. Not only was the cake moist (sorry if you hate that word), the frosting was so smooth and not too sugary, or overpowering. Running through the sponge was liquid salted caramel, which for me, made the whole experience 10x more heavenly. One of my friends went for the Champagne and Strawberry layer cake, which was ok, but the star of the show was the choice of my other friend - the lemon and raspberry cake. Holy mother of cake, I still dream of it. I think I may give baking it a try if I can find the recipe in my book. The icing was not buttercream, but a whipped light-textured mousse, which melted in your mouth. I couldn't help but polish off what she had left on the plate.

In this space, I felt like a lady of leisure and almost like I could be Mary Berry's long lost granddaughter who did such things in her spare time. It's a great experience, pricey, but great nonetheless. In fact, I'd love to be a cliche blogger and do a shoot here one day in the Spring. If you haven't been, I'd highly recommend it. I'd also really love to take my Mum here as I know she'd love it too.

If you've been, what did you order? What would you recommend for my next visit?




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