It was the name, I'm a sucker for a good name. Back in January, we had a little trip to York for my homie's birthday. The best part of our food fuelled trips away is the prior investigation into ace little places, who are doing their city proud. I love the internet searches, reading reviews and ranting at that one bitter loon on Trip Advisor. Cue The Perky Peacock.
We were already booked into The Star Inn the City for a late lunch, so the plan was a bright and early breakfast to keep us going until then. Sat in a Medieval stone tower on Lendal Bridge, The Perky Peacock boasts some of the beast views in the city, overlooking the picturesque River Ouse. Of course, it was lashing it down when we went, but this made the cosy little dining room even more inviting.
The menu isn't massive, but covers some lovely little day starters and a wonderful array of hot drinks too. It has a nice vibe, and you get the impression that this is very much someone's labour of love. The site on Lendal Bridge (there's one on Gillygate too) is teeny tiny, with just a handful of tables.
Cinnamon and raisin bagel: No hole, who cares? Even the onslaught of heinous throat ravaging tonsillitis didn't stop me devouring this gorgeous item. Cinnamon has healing qualities, right?Croque monsieur: Just behold; take a second. My mouth is watering like some kind of cheese pervert. Good choice Lee.
Poached egg and bacon on a cheesy muffin: The choice of the boys. Butter soaked, chunky cheese muffins, topped with bacon and egg, and a little black pepper. The perfect start to a cold day where your jeans will inevitably end up drenched.