Another day, another London breakfast.
The other week, I met up with my good friend Rachel for a morning meal and a wander in North London. We were in the mood for a cheap and dirty, no-frills breakfast, and settled upon The Breakfast Club as our best bet.
The favourite hangover cure of scads of young Londoners (just check out the queue), this breakfast-only restaurant first opened its doors in 2005 and now has five locations across London. We decided to meet at the Islington spot, as much for its charming setting in Camden Passage as for its practical location, equidistant between our two ‘hoods.
Camera in tow, I skipped merrily from Angel tube station to the restaurant, where Rachel was already in the queue. The Breakfast Club doesn’t do reservations on weekends, so you’re almost always guaranteed a bit of a wait. Luckily it was a beautiful day and the line moved quickly, and with so much to catch up on, we barely noticed the time.
Once inside, you immediately notice the buzzing atmosphere and fun (though admittedly quite random) decor. One of the best things about this place is the service: everyone is super friendly and they never rush you, despite the aforementioned queue.
After ordering the necessary coffees, we quickly got down to business and scanned the impressively large menu. Now, organic, locally-sourced, artisanal food this is not. I’ll admit: it’s not even that photogenic. But what it is is tasty, old-school, filling fare.
Rachel and I, somewhat boringly, both opted for the same meal: an England-meets-America plate of eggs, hash browns, veggie sausage and pancakes. I found the pancakes a little tough, but otherwise it was delicious, and just what I needed.
After eating our fill, we headed out into the beautiful afternoon to explore Camden Passage. This pedestrianised street (more a laneway, really) in Islington is a gem in the neighbourhood’s crown; home to many a cute bar and vintage shop, it also hosts an antique market on Saturday and Wednesday.
Neither of us bought anything, but we had a great time exploring nonetheless. Favourite shops included Fat Faced Cat and Annie’s for vintage clothing (the latter has particularly lovely furs and lace gowns), Smug for modern, Scandinavian-inspired design for the home, and Hexagone, a chic little French concept store which stocks everything from blankets to soap and stationary.
After we’d exhausted the shopping options this small street has to offer, we went our separate ways: Rachel to meet another friend and me to go home, upload my photos and plan my next breakfast outing.
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