English muffins are a mystery to me. Small, flat, and dry, they have nothing to do with the cake-like patisseries my North American self is used to. Still, I love them. Slightly toasted, with butter, English muffins are my Sunday mornings’ peccadilloes. I went a bit wild the other day at Fork, when I had their ham & tomato muffin-sandwich. no regrets. it was delicious.
Fork is also one of my favourite coffee stops in London. I used to live right next and spent my life there.
so long, good friend!