Golden Yolk

Half of something is better than all of nothing.  That is my excuse for not having my camera for this meal at Golden Yolk.

I wasn’t expecting anything worth writing home about and in desperation in my new neighbourhood (lack of energy), I picked the closest eatery which looked halfway decent.  Although this would not have been an issue while I was in my previous abode near the high population density of Canary Wharf, things are different in the leafy locale of Dulwich.

Moving the discussion back to my selection of eatery, at least taking a gamble in this low risk type of game is something viable.  Not so much when deciding where to settle down to live.  A mis-step in such cases can lead to calamity.

So although things are quieter where I now live, one consequence of shifting home is that my food choices are sadly constrained.  Goodbye to the big chains around the corner in Canary Wharf with its multitude of generally mediocre food.

Lost too is the hippiness of the East with its great cafes and bakeries.  Instead, I get the joys of trying independent places.  Now I know that many people laud the independent restaurant as fighting against the tyranny of capitalism.  However, the word independent just means not chain.  It could still just be a singular bad restaurant not a chain of bad restaurants.  Although at least inflicting bad room in a single case is more forgivable then replicating throughout the land.

So this is Golden Yolk.  My new neighbourhood brunch place.

Mains

A fry up, garlic mushrooms, hashbrowns, bacon, sour dough, fried egg, beans.  I must spend some time here talking about the mushrooms.  Button mushrooms like this are usually overlooked as mere fillers to a meal.  Not so at Golden Yolk, as they could easily stand by their own as juicy garlic sauce with succulent mushrooms almost made me swoon.  Crunchy hashbrowns and bacon were likewise excellent, especially together with the sour dough.  The baked beans and egg served finished off the meal with solid, staple filling.

Butter milk pancakes with bacon, blueberries, icing sugar and maple syrup.  The fluffy pancakes, sweet maple syrup set off with salty bacon and sweet blueberries also delivered.  With so much sensory input, it leaned slightly over the line leading to overload.  Almost defeated here.

Halloumi.  Although perhaps a bit sad by themselves, together with the panackes they added delightful body.  As otherwise bland cheese was still mostly bland.  Although the char on the outside helped to give it a bit of taste.  Together with the pancakes, this mixture seemed to be not bad.

This was a rather decent meal, even if my photos seem to persuade you otherwise.  I know people often say that they are looking for the goose which laid the golden egg.  Perhaps this is the next step, the golden yolk from the golden egg.  Putting aside stretched metaphors, I’m just happy that this place is just around the corner.

Score

A quiet eating 8.5/10.

Lunch (1 main) was about GBP14 excluding drinks and service.

Golden Yolk (no website)

43 Grove Vale,
London SE22 8EQ