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 ) 

Claridge's Afternoon Tea

I'm a traveller. 

I love exploring new pastures, tasting eclectic cuisines- hop, skipping across the pond is quite frankly my favourite hobby [and the best form of cardio I'll have you know.]

However, I'm a British girl at heart. I love meandering around the city, complaining about the weather- whether hot or cold, hanging punting in the pub... well you get the drift- and what more British an activity than afternoon tea at that too at a truly iconic British institution-  Claridge's. 

Suffering from this sweltering heat [see what I mean about complaining no matter what the weather] we decided to do the pilgrimage up New Bond St to seek refuge at the holy ground that is Claridge's. 

And what better way to cool down than a restorative glass of the good stuff...

One [three] glasses of restoration later, we made our way through the marble clad foyer

And so began the Afternoon Tea feast...

First up: a selection of delectable sandwiches; it was a tie between the Severn & Wye smoked salmon, brown shrimp butter, & rock samphire on rye bread and surprisingly the Cucumber, crème fraîche 

& rocket on white bread. 

Accompanied by Raisin & Plain Scones- at which point my British heart was chanting it's finest rendition of "God Save the Queen"

After quite literally sandwich loading- it was time to shift the focus...

Oh sweet heaven. 

Quite literally brimming with happiness, and sugar, we waddled back on to New Bond Street to commence an intense shopping marathon in the height of British Summer. 

What's your favorite British tradition to partake in during the summer?