Continuing my obsession with anything faintly claiming to be Spanish we have The Carrington.
HELLO AMAZING FOOD IN MY BELLY.
The gang munched on the amazing goodness that is Torrijas (top shot) - think crazyass caramelised toffee-like encrusted banana with churros icecream underneath a fat piece of french-toast like bread that has clearly been dipped into some kind of bad-assness. And we also filled our bellies with Smoked Paprika Eggs Benedict and Grapefruit juice.
Next time? I'm feeling the peanut butter thickshake and the Rainbow Gachas. Hell even the names sound good.