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BREAKFAST REVIEW: Comptoir Libanais, T4 Heathrow Airport

When you have an early start at an airport it makes sense to get there, check in and have something to eat while you’re waiting for your flight. I usually get the fear of not knowing when I’m going to eat again (this also happens to me on car journeys of more than 1 hour) so not eating is not an option.

I’m not much of a traditional breakfast person, I really have to fancy the sausage/bacon/eggs combo that is so prevalent at breakfast time, so when we were going to Malaysia last year and the husband told me he’d researched eating options at Heathrow terminal 4 and found something that was right up my street I was intrigued.

(as an aside, the reason I didn’t know what was there myself was that I thought we were flying from T2, had booked our pre flight hotel near to T2 and had looked at breakfast options at T2. D’oh)

Comptoir Libanais is classed as a Lebanese canteen, serving traditional Lebanese cuisine alongside more traditional options. Now, this is a chain restaurant, and a chain in an airport at that, plus I’ve never eaten Lebanese food, so I don’t know how good it is compared with other Lebanese restaurants, but I really enjoyed it!

The restaurant is decorated with lots of bright colours, tiles, wicker and storage tins, with wooden tables and chairs.

Comptoir Libanais table close up

Comptoir Libanais Heathrow

Table service is offered and the waitress was incredibly friendly and smiley (2 things I couldn’t be if I was serving food to people going on holiday while I was stuck working).

So, what had the husband found that was right up my street? Shakshuka with Sojok. Don’t go thinking he picks out what I do and don’t eat, because that definitely doesn’t happen, but as soon as I saw the menu I said “I want that” and he told me that was what he thought I’d go for. The combination of Middle Eastern spices and flavours with the lamb sausage had my name written all over it (well, not really, my name isn’t Sojok, but you know what I mean), with pita bread to mop up all that delicious sauce.

Shaksuka with sojok

I said at the time, and till stand by this, that it would be a nice thing to try and recreate at home, but being as it’s 11 month since we we had it the chances of me realistically doing it are probably slim.

Lebanese beer and Minta frozen vodka

I paired my food with a Minta frozen vodka (don’t judge me, I was on holiday!) which, honestly? Was a bit like drinking alcoholic grass, because it contained all the mint, shredded up into leafy mintness and it was so overpowering that I couldn’t taste any other flavours (lemon, lime and orange blossom, apparently) but I drank it anyway because it contained vodka (I don’t like to waste alcohol) and it cost £7.95 which was as much as my breakfast.

The husband had a beer, so he looked like an alcoholic whilst I looked like a health freak.


Conclusion – I’d definitely recommend it if you fancy something a bit different, but have a different drink!

Are you a traditional breakfast person? Or do you prefer something a bit different?

Thanks, as always, for reading! x


Nice is more than just nice…it’s bloomin’ beautiful

A 4 o’clock alarm is a wicked wicked thing. Although it is slightly easier to get out of bed when you know you have a flight to catch!


It’s been an age since we flew from Birmingham airport. Considering Birmingham is the UK’s second city (supposedly) we seem to get less choice, higher costs, and general short changed-ness when it comes to air travel.

Unusually, Nice was an exception. A 7.45am Saturday morning departure and an 8pm Monday night return meant making the most of pretty much every moment of the long awaited bank holiday weekend.

The day started (of course) with a holiday breakfast (yes, a 2 night break counts as a holiday)…a sausage, egg and bacon bagel and a glass of rose. Tea drinkers were definitely in the minority, even at 6.30am.


Uneventful check in, boarding, flight, arrival and transfer meant that we arrived in Nice Ville (town) feeling stress free and ready to go by 11am. 5 hours door to door (accounting for the 1 hour time difference) is pretty good going, especially when you consider the contrast between home and away.

Too early to check into our hotel room, we stored our bags in the lobby and set off on foot to explore. Our driver from the airport had told us that Nice was an easy city to get your bearings in and get around, and he was right. It’s large enough to feel cosmopolitan and spread out, but not so much that you fear never finding your hotel again. There’s a good vibe about it.

Nice is the fifth most populous city in France after Paris, Marseilles, Lyon and Toulouse.

Heree come the photographs…

Stunning architecture, fountains and wide open squares





A bright, clean and spacious promenade


Boutique shops, along with some UK high street flashbacks


Wonder why the region is called the Cote D’Azur? Wonder no more! These are the views from the Promenade de Anglais. The sea is bluer than a camera can capture. It’s definitely one for the most developed lens in the world – the human eye.


As planned we decided to get our bearings by taking an open top bus tour. At 22 euros each and lasting 90 minutes, the tour started on the seafront and meandered along the coast, out to the port and then back up into the hills. Fabulous buildings were everywhere – from neoclassical styles and colours through to the modern art museum and the very quirky blockhead; La Tête Carrée (the first habitable sculpture in the world).



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Considering we had such an early start, at an ungodly hour, we more than did justice to the city on our first day. We were left tired, but looking forward to more…