Still, truth be told, unless you are going high end (say The Wolsey or The Delauney) there aren't many great breakfasts to speak of in the heart of the capital. Google the topic and you'll get the picture.
So I decided to use some of my vacation time stood in line for the legendary Breakfast Club, one of the few worth the wait in the west end.
The line is taken seriously here. There's no list - you just wait in the line holding your spot. In front of me a Chinese family watched their daughter throw up in an alley, then faint and be revived by a doctor in the line. The staff brought out two chairs so the girl could sit and raise her feet but there was no sign they ever considered quiting the queue. That's how seriously they take the line here. Would it be worth that stoic dedication?
Inside after 35 minutes it took me seconds to choose The Full Monty - a fry up with bacon, beans, sausage, mushroom, potato, black pudding and bread as well as two eggs: fried, poached or scrambled.
How is it? Epic. Quality ingredients, handled well. You can't go wrong. Around me there were pancake towers draped in cream and fruit and several Benedicts, of which the menu holds a wide selection. But seriously you can't go wrong with this fry up.
I'd have preferred to get my Earl Grey tea in a pot than a mug but otherwise there's nothing to fault. Service was spot on. Your reward for waiting in line is that there is no sense that they're hurrying you.
Worth the wait.
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