Da Breakfast Club, Soho.

Da Breakfast Club, Soho.

Yes I know everyone in London has already been to one of the Breakfast club’s branches, but I haven’t so I went and I’m going to tell you about it.

After queuing for half an hour from 9:15am on a Saturday morning, we finally made it in to the Soho venue of the Breakfast club. This places reputation precedes itself when it comes to breakfast in London and to be honest I don’t why? I can’t tell you any specific reason why I felt I had to go on Saturday morning, maybe they’ve just hit the nail on the head with the name? “Where shall we go for breakfast? How about the Breakfast club.” Who could say not to that?

Anyway we went so it doesn’t really matter now. The place is bright yellow and crammed full of tables with some trendy looking staff and a great soundtrack thrown in the mix. Top that off with loads of bacon and pancakes and were cooking on gas woo.

I was determined to pick something I wouldn’t normally eat this time of the morning so I went for Huevos al Benny (eggs Benedict with chorizo peppers and fresh chillies). It was bloody lovely I must say, except the yolks weren’t very runny in my poached eggs L . I’ve always been a fan of peppers and spicy food with eggs on a morning, ever since I had migas with chorizo and fried eggs one morning. Oh and after my friend’s American gf convinced me that hot sauce on a cheese omelette is amazing. The charred peppers hiding under the poached eggs were particularly good on this dish and the addition of fresh chilli really helped cut through the rich hollandaise, the chorizo was pretty good quality as well. So we’re in agreement then it was good even without a runny yolk.

The other thing we went for that morning was the classic full works pancakes, these were pretty good as well, a nice errrby sausage, eggs and loads of bacon and unlimited maple syrup yummmm. They really don’t skimp on the bacon in this place, it comes in a giant tangled ball straight out the deep fat fryer I think.

So there you go, you probably know all about this place already anyway it’s not exactly a hidden gem anymore. My advice it’s worth the queue if you get there early enough. When we were leaving at 10:30am the queue had grown to about 30 ppl, so I wouldn’t bother turning up any later than 9:30am.

P.S. check inside the drawers in the tables, I had a good 10 mins of delight leafing through the notes and poems previous customers had left in there.

8/10 (would be 9 with a runny yolk)

www.thebreakfastclubcafes.com