Can we talk about how strange a yoga class in London is? Stretch out your kidneys, she kept saying. Elongate your kidneys. Her British accent easing me from one pose to another…but…kidneys? Really? I don’t even know where my kidneys are. Honestly, I know they’re somewhere in my torso region but to the point where I could isolate them into a stretch. It was really strange. And it got me thinking about other body parts that in my opinion have nothing to do with yoga. Like my esophagus. And my appendix. And, well, my stomach. Was it grumbling? Or was I distracted? By the time we got out and started wandering around Primrose Hill, the gray sky somehow bright and exciting like I wouldn’t mind if it started raining, by that time my stomach definitely was growling. I’m still not sure what my kidneys were doing but I was hungry. And it had to be breakfast.
My dad took me to the perfect place. Its called The Providores and Tapas Room. A long classic wood high counter table stands in the center of the restaurant. Einstein-esque orange light bulbs hang from the ceiling. I had the most amazing iced coffee of my life, which could have been because I had not had a coffee in a few months but this was literally a perfect one to break the fast. Instead of foam it had bubbles. And then the eggs came. Turkish eggs from changa restaurant in Istanbul – two poached eggs with whipped yoghurt and hot chili butter. I think the wording on the menu does it enough justice so I won’t say anymore.
We also ordered the following: paprika roast potato, sweet potato, caramelized onion, edamame and feta tortilla with tomato piquillo pepper salsa, Greek yoghurt and rocket, which I sort of assumed would come in separate places on a plate, but no, it was all stacked and formed into a beautiful sculpture. It tasted as good as it looked. So now my only question is: I wonder what a yoga class in Istanbul is like?
The Providores and Tapas Room
109 Marylebone High Street, London, U.K. W1U 4RX
(+44) 020 7935 6175
