At The Park, brunch begins at 11am on weekends and tends to unfold at its own pace. Some guests arrive fresh from Hyde Park, invigorated after a walk around the Serpentine. Others come exactly as they are, newspaper in hand, sunglasses deployed optimistically, appetite already established. Both approaches are equally encouraged.
Generous Helpings
Brunch has a habit of escalating at The Park. Someone orders pancakes. Someone else decides a burger suddenly feels entirely appropriate. A lobster roll appears at the table and the tone shifts considerably.
Our brunch menu leans happily into appetite, whether that means buttermilk blueberry pancakes, a chopped salad that takes you back to a special meal in New York, chicken parmigiana, or something distinctly more celebratory accompanied by a Bloody Mary. Or two.
A Queensway Institution for Long Weekends
There is something particularly agreeable about brunch in this neighbourhood of West London.
Perhaps it is Hyde Park nearby, quietly coaxing residents to get outside and enjoy the green space before lunch. Perhaps it is Queensway itself, which has always felt well suited to long afternoons and flexible plans.
A table booked for brunch occasionally becomes lunch. Lunch becomes another round of coffees. Sometimes cocktails enter the equation. We would never presume to interfere with such things.