Creme De La Creme Egg

As I mentioned in my last post, a couple of weeks ago I took a trip to London to see the lovely April. We did a bit of shopping, took a couple of photos, but the real reason we were there was because of a very cheeky pop-up cafe that's up in Soho. That's right. It's a cafe dedicated entirely to Cadbury's Creme Eggs. Praise be to the chocolate gods.

April and I were lucky enough to have gotten tickets when they were released, meaning we didn't have to wait in the hefty queue that was forming outside. Instead, we were whisked straight in where we took our seats in the window. 

The first thing I noticed was that the cafe sure did have a mouse problem...

We were also invited to 'Press for a Creme Egg', which is basically my version of the 'Press for Champagne' button from Bob Bob Ricard. Give me a chocolate egg over bubbly any day!

Sure enough, the button did not disappoint. 

We were soon led up the eggy stairs to the second floor, an adorable little room with about four tables and potentially the most egg-cellent decor I've ever seen. 

The walls were smattered with photos of the world's biggest creme egg fans. 

We quickly had a browse of the menu, before making our choices.

April went for the legendary Creme Egg Toastie, sprinkled with chocolate and served warm. I tried a bit and I was honestly surprised at how good it was! I was expecting it to be pretty gross if I'm honest but I'm definitely considering making my own one at home. 

I, on the other hand, went for the Creme Egg Traybake; a gooey chocolate brownie style cake, complete with chocolate icing and a Creme Egg on top. It was truly cracking. 

One of the sassy waiters (who's job it was to drop Creme Eggs down the shoot to people pressing the button below) proclaimed to everyone who would listen that the Creme Egg Traybake was his favourite. Honestly, the service here was fantastic. All of the waiters were so fun and chatty and didn't go easy on the extra Creme Eggs (I honestly left with about five in my bag!). 

After filling up on chocolate indulgence, it was time for the best part. The entire third floor had been transformed into a ball pit, and there wasn't a child in sight. It. Was. Glorious. 

Where's Jordan? 

After our short but sweet adventure in the adult ball pit it was sadly time to leave, but not before a quick trip to the toilets, where a dastardly crime had been committed!

Still, the mirror was kind to me...

As we left, it was dark outside, and we got to experience the neon shop front in all its glory. 

It was honestly the most egg-citing experience I've had in a long time at the Creme De La Creme Egg Cafe and if you haven't popped in yet you're definitely in for a treat! I'm not egg-saggerating. It's totally sold out now, but you can still pay a visit for a takeaway, as all the menu treats are available at the ground floor counter.

And if you're tired of my egg-straordinarily bad egg puns, not to worry. I egg-spect my next post will be egg-sactly as you like. Sunny side up?