"like most restaurants in merton abbey mills, the Belgian brasserie is a small, inconceivable iron. the kind of crisp that looks unfit to survive the next trembling, and yet it manages, each time. Once they enter, its character becomes clear: the warm and cozy atmosphere of the brasserie and its shaded chic interiors are undoubtedly part of their stimulus. the tables are delicious mismatch; the chairs are very beautiful as they would expect from a fairytale house. the ceiling light, with tablespoons and coffee saucers, is the best hauch of makeshift elegance, worthy of a stylish upcycling pinterest board. the first thing to beat is the smell: a divine, intense smell of crepe breaking, which transports it immediately into the small coastal villages of the bretagne (or on the roads or bruxelles. or the market stands of paris. everything except south wimbledon will do). the crepes on the hearty menu are an interesting fusion between the classic French inspired teig and a selection of unusual fillings, rather English breakfasts than continental lunches. they can be any plate as cream, waffel or bagel, and gluten-free, lactose-free and low-fat options are also available. I recommend that you go to starving and order a double hearty crêpe, or a bagel and a sweet crêpe; either option costs between £7 and £10 (without drinks). if they are a lighter edible, or have a lower budget, they go for a single crepe or bagel, excellent in taste and worth for money. my go-to filling, the favorite I never betrayed is smoked salmon, cream cheese, lemon and spinat. I love how the combination of three delicate aromas and a fold lemon juice leads to a magnificent, distinctive taste. this is the best crepe I have ever had; one I see myself trying to find just to realize that no love can be as perfect and pure as the first. what the Dessert menu, I tried and enjoyed the classic belgian chocolate crepe, and felt from almost everything else trying on the list. the alcoholic crows that have been advertised as “specials” since my first visit are my forbidden dream. the mere existence of sweet fillings with cointreau, amaretto and bailey is a more conclusive proof that crepe heaven exists.Much, as I hate it, the service of the Belgian brasserie is only weak. every single employee I met is absolutely beautiful – but the single word is the key here. very often there are only one person cooking and serving eating, and the four cooktops in the kitchen are barely enough to meet the demand to revitalise times. in good days they can expect a reasonable 15 – 20 minutes to wait; at less glorious days they must allow up to 45 minutes. as I speak to the owner, I learned that they do their best to improve; seeing two people behind the counter or getting their crepes within fifteen minutes is more of a reality now than ever. So they don't let it quickly (or that's missing from it) put it out: as soon as the foods land on their table, they will notice that it is worth every single second of their waiting. full review to: http whatever they are through the tag.wordpress.com/2014/05/23/the-belgian-brasserie-south-wimbledon-review"
