“When you wake up in the morning, Pooh,” said Piglet at last, “what’s the first thing you say to yourself?” “What’s for breakfast?” said Pooh. I’ve got a bit of a thing about breakfast. In fact I’m halfway through writing some kind of book on the subject, so when the Ivy asked us if we wanted to come and review, it seemed like breakfast should be a natural choice. Plus we also figured all our competitors would go for an expensive boozy dinners to review, and we like to be different. So with that in mind, Gemma and I rolled out of bed and sashayed along to the new Ivy in the Lanes in Brighton, resplendent in pyjamas and dressing gowns and with our teddies. After all, what else should one eat breakfast in? The Ivy didn’t bat an eyelid, as one would expect from an establishment of such calibre, and without missing a beat, whisked us to a gorgeous booth and took our orders. We were very ably looked after by Dimitris, who was very sweet and allowed the bear to help. Everyone should have Dimitris look after them for breakfast I’m very much the sort of breakfaster who [...]