If you’ve ever looked at a British newspapers during a hot spell, chances are you will know the area we visited this week for our latest breakfast experience. West Wittering is one of those beaches that always appears in British newspapers during a hot spell, with all the semi-naked sun-worshipers jostling for pitches on the sand, it looks like hell, and in truth, if you hit it at the wrong time of day, it is exactly that!
Which is why it made such a perfect candidate for a breakfast location! Beat the rush before it gets busy, grab a breakfast, hit the beach for a walk and then turn round and drive home at lunchtime just as the road starts getting congested – hurrah!
Our venue of choice was the Beach House, a restaurant with rooms a short-distance from the entrance to the West Wittering estate. It’s in close proximity to the local shops, including one which sells an astonishing array or different colours and sizes of buckets and spades. I have never seen a small boy more chuffed with a purchase than Theo was, well worth the £3.85 we paid.
Parking at the Beach House was a little tricky when we arrived, but it is still the school holidays, and we were eventually able to grab a spot down a side road. Dogs are welcome on the veranda at the front, so we ate outside taking in the views of holidaymakers trudging to the beach.
I tried the pancakes with maple syrup (fantastic) and followed up with Eggs Benedict (the best I have had yet, with fabulous crunchy bacon). Jim tried Eggs Benedict with added sausages, there was a croissant for the boy (enthusiastically received as ever) and Jim’s father tried a bacon ciabatta (more garnish required, said he!)
The breakfast was amongst the best we have tried in this area so far. A slight disappointment that although they offer a children’s menu at lunch and supper there were no small portions on offer at this time of the day, but we are still fairly unique in our love of eating breakfast out, so perhaps the demand is simply not there.
Service was excellent and the waitresses were all adorned in a uniform of stripey t-shirts, which curiously seemed to be rubbing off on the patrons. I counted at least 4 other people come and go from the tables wearing variously striped tops – perhaps it’s the proximity to the sea?