English Breakfast

Ex-Byker Grover. Ant and Dec called her a third wheel. Now sings show tunes at Butlins in a stolen sequinned dress.

What We Ate: Natural Smoked Haddock & Poached Eggs | Chorizo & Halloumi Hash Bowl | Eggs Ernesto | Ernest Large (i.e. EVERYTHING)

Discreetly tucked away between upmarket Jesmond and the bohemian Ouseburn Valley, Ernest is a little out of the way of the action, but herein lies its charm - a hidden gem against an up and coming industrial backdrop; Ernest is only the start of this area’s trendy renovation. Ernest is pure unadulterated hipster cool, but manages to do so effortlessly and it's seriously laid back. The atmosphere is bright, lively and energetic and will feed your soul as well as your hangover. However, the important bit: The Food is Amazing. You could strip Ernest of all its quirky style and it would still come out on top. You can of course get your fix of carbs and stodge to soak up last night’s alcohol excess, but you’d be missing out on Ernest’s creative, thoughtful, flavoursome and altogether superior creations, and there’s an abundance to choose from on the extensive menu.

This place channels a strong ‘good food = a good life’ vibe. Their breakfasts are sunshine on a plate and, as it happens, the sun was shining on our visit too, meaning we could make the most of their outdoor seating, which includes actual sofas – much appreciated for a post-breakfast doze. If you find breakfast turning into afternoon, Ernest becomes a funky little bar, before being reinvented once again at night, its live music and DJs earning itself a cult following in Newcastle. Join the cool kids and head to Ernest for your hangover breakfast. They also serve, quite frankly, the best Bloody Mary we’ve ever tasted - if breakfast doesn’t cure you, hair of the dog surely will.

What We Ate: Eggs el Mexicano with Chorizo Salsa | The BigAss Breakfast Sarnie | The 'All In' | Black Pudding Benedict | Pancakes, Bacon & Maple Syrup

This is one for the carnivores. When I met Longhorn’s brand director prior to LNOF’s breakfast dalliance, he looked at me with a sense of pity when I sheepishly confessed to dabbling with vegetarianism a few months ago - “No, no, I'm sorry, but we definitely don't cater for vegetarians”. If you’re not familiar with Longhorns yet, you soon will be. They’ve confidently and quickly expanded throughout Newcastle with a city centre restaurant, another in Jesmond and cater for all sorts of foodie events (including the legendary Boiler Shop), as well as rearing their livestock from their own farm. Longhorns emanates pride. It’s not just jumping on the rustic foodie bandwagon and going to happily churn out pulled pork from behind plaid shirts and hipster beards (though as it happens, I’ve eaten lunch there as well and their pulled pork is excellent).