Not your average picnic egg.

If you're still turning up to picnics with sausage rolls and hummus, we need to talk.

This is what happens when caviar gatecrashes your grandmother's canapé tray and refuses to leave.

Soft-boiled eggs, topped with enough caviar to raise eyebrows and standards alike, finished with a discreet scattering of finely chopped chives.

Eggs, yes. But for the obscenely well-fed.