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Pavilion Cafe, Victoria Park

May 13, 2016

Pavilion Cafe, Victoria Park

And so it’s the end of an era and with tears in my eyes I sip my last latte and lounge over lunch. What better place to say au revoir than the Pavilion Cafe, in the heart of my favourite place in the world: Victoria Park.

Whether I’m cycling to London Fields or walking Maggie the whippet, the Pavilion cafe is the beacon of calm I come back to, overlooking the majestic lake.

My tastebuds are kicked off with fresh cranberry juice and a latte that is sumptuous in texture and taste. They even sell their gorgeous breads and coffee beans so you can carry on quality-gorging at home.

My Sri Lanken breakfast is a warming treat on a temperamental day, involving a soothing lentil daal, a consommé-clear egg curry, shredded cooked beetroot (which add wonderful colour to the already enticing palette) and coconut chilli sambal (a hot sauce that traditionally would be more liquids than my version), all atop a bed of string hoppers (thin rice noodles).  All beautifully presented in individual dishes so you play like children with different flavour quotients.

For the slightly more traditionalist the staff kindly turned their BLT into a vegetarian version by replacing bacon with large slabs of perfectly grilled halloumi. I had one of those rushes as I looked out onto the peaceful Victorian vista, (albeit next to the Silver Fox noisily slurping down the dregs of a fresh pink grapefruit juice), thinking this would be one of those images that flashes before my eyes on my death bed.

Philosophy disappears when I eye the pastry section, and never completely sated, I bite into a chocolate-dense brownie which met perfection when my tastebuds hit a sour cherry to counterpoint the dark sweetness of my favourite treat. I’m not sure if it’s due to growing up in the eighties where one couldn’t get through a dinner party without someone wheeling in a Black Forest gateau, but I’ve never been able to beat the sweet-and-sour combo of a cherry / chocolate combo.

Two ate a leisurely lunch in bliss, washed down with perfect coffees, zinging fresh juices and devilish desserts for just over £30 all in.

I can’t think of a better way to bow out. Thank you readers for your patience as I’ve swooned over suppers and lamented over lunches. All East End Life reviews can be found at

“One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well” – Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own

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