The Breakfast Club
Breakfast Club – Love the Venue, Could make the food
Ah, Breakfast Club. The first time I heard of it I was taken back to the script I had bought on a street in New York City. The classic movie. So many good connotations with the name alone, and, of course, it came highly recommended by a friend. By several, actually, and I’ve been to many locations around London. While the queue to get in denotes that the food inside is bound to be heaven, I found this to be far from the case. The interior is certainly charming, don’t get me wrong. It feels exactly like being home at your own kitchen, only far better decorated and with a hum of excitement hanging in the air. The food, however, I found to be only okay. Or perhaps I was expecting far too much of breakfast in the first place. There aren’t fantastic flavours, nothing new, it’s simply your regular breakfast that in most cases you can make yourself half asleep. Had I not had to queue to get in. Had I not been expecting so much. Had the price been slashed in half (though this is London). I could have really liked the food. I love the interior, and in the case of their branch in Angel, their exterior, too, but with a queue outside to get in I was hoping for something a bit more grand.
If you veteran London visitors, I’m sure you’ve been. Or will go. It’s almost a staple to the experience at this point. You have a chance to really like it, if you go with my warning: the food isn’t the be-all-end-all of breakfasts.
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