An Egg-cellent Morning at The Breakfast Club

I'm a naughty girl. 

Week on week I hear about the catastrophe of a que that lines up outside of The Breakfast Club- I see it too! Whether it's Spitalfields or Soho, Battersea or Hoxton- like clockwork a que the length of a bible forms outside the beloved bright yellow door. 

See, I've never liked a que. Something to do with that standing still while life passes me by thing. 

Shh... don't tell anyone- I may have found a way to avoid any que at any breakfast club at any time! I'd give you the secret as long as you promised to keep it to yourself? Deal? 

Anyway, having done said secret we were seated and buzzing for some classic breakfast specials. (Warning: the SOME as opposed to A is intentional- what you're about to view is food history.) 

Now to say we were hungry is an understatement... 

The most deliciously Runny Eggs Benedict... 

The fluffiest pancakes stacked high with rashes of the most Crisp Bacon

Achin' for Bacon! 

The crunchiest Bircher Museli...

Drool. 

Topped off with a fresh as pants Smoothie...

Full? Had enough? Never! 

After spending an additional hour gossiping away about all things Life, Fashion Week and Fifty Shades- we peeked at excessive...

Because all Happy Endings end with a Chocolate Brownie! 

It's becoming a bit of an institution so The Breakfast Club is definitely one you want to check out! Take my advice, head there as early as possible if not outside of peak brunching times- or risk que'ing for hours (unless you have THE SECRET )