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Du-Try: The Collective at Grand Hyatt

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How long do you reckon it takes living in Dubai before you become ruinously spoilt? Not necessarily in a princessy, I-can’t-make-my-own-bed kind of sense (although that, too, happens to the best of us), but in a culinary vein, where if you’re presented with less than 35 different types of eggs at brunch that you turn your nose up and wonder where it all went wrong. I’d hazard about six months. So to be genuinely impressed after that (and I’ll be really honest here) is quite a rarity. The Collective, a new restaurant in the Grand Hyatt, however, is one of those places that makes your heart beat that little bit faster. No mean feat.


I’ll lay my cards on the table. It’s the best breakfast I’ve ever had. I know, I know. It sounds like I’m either a) doing the PR for the place and/ or b) I’ve been bribed to say it changed my life. Neither of those things are true. Firstly, this is no cookie-cutter, traditional hotel breakfast. Four different connected restaurants in one allow you to wander through, buffet-style, heaping your plate with things from the boutique bakery, Levantine Emporium, Indian cafe and grill bar – all for Dhs135. Dishes are served up in mismatched pots and pans, on cake stands and giant trays, giving it an eclectic, street food-style energy. Not only is the actual food incredible and all made on-site (we watched the madeleines and croissants being baked and then served to us hot¬†from the oven), but the buzz is contagious. At every station there’s a least one chef from the region to give it a real authentic, home-made flavour, and they are the friendliest, sweetest bunch of people I’ve come across in a long time.


Special shout out to the healthy pancakes (made with egg white, banana, oats and honey), cheese shawarma served on Turkish bread with honey (complete with honeycomb) and exceptional coffee. I’ll be back for lunch (and dinner most likely. AND probably the Friday brunch). Basically, if you can’t find me – I’ll be there.

The Lazy Girl’s Guide To Blogging Part 3

The world according to my BlackBerry – a snapshot of the last couple of weeks. God, I eat too much.
Me and gorgeous Abby at House Festival at Chiswick House on Thursday night

Deskside treats from BuyMywardrobe and The Biscuit Box
MeatMarket (the glorious feeders behind MeatLiquor) delivered lunch last Friday. I ate so much I nearly passed out. I heartily recommend the mini hotdogs.
Some pandas came in to see us at work. This is not an entirely unusual turn of events. In other news, I must start wearing make-up in the office. Colleagues, I apologise for the above mess that was my face yesterday. Maybe the trousers detracted from it? *crosses fingers*
Granola with yoghurt… this was a vain attempt at health which went rapidly downhill at approximately 10.03am when I ate a mini Dime bar and half a Krispy Kreme.
A, er, floordrobe ‘tidying’ session. Note the expression of quiet desperation on my mother’s face. This quickly changed to anger. I should be embarrassed. I’m not.
Pomellato had their press day in a suite at The Dorchester – this was the terrace. Wanted to go for a little paddle but decided it wasn’t the time or the place. Shame, though.
Yes, that IS gin that comes with a tea cup. And a teddy-shaped box of truffles. I ran home to consume both of these immediately, in the bath, like a boss.
The above is proof that I shouldn’t be taken anywhere. I do like my jacket, though.
Giant candies on the pink carpet at the Katy Perry: Part of Me premiere. My friend Chika forced me to take a photo of her with Lauren from TOWIE. I’m still recovering from it now.
 Delish dinner at Pollen Street Social. Lamb and cheese on the same plate = good.

Gorgeous Jimmy Choo bag that I want! Even though I’m making it look vaguely like a sporran…