It should be no surprise to most of my readers that I'm getting a bit homesick this year. I've hinted at the fact that I'm in a bit of limbo with being able to go home, and made it a mission to find as many milkshake, burger and breakfast joints I could it seems. I suppose it's only natural. The end of August marks the last time I saw my family in 3 years, and 09SEP marks the last time I was on American soil in 3 years. Even I, the least American, American on this side of the pond, crave some of the simpler things from back home.
One sunny Sunday afternoon, I made my way over to Angel in hopes of finding a little slice of home at The Breakfast Club. Nicely tucked away just behind the high street and on a narrow alley of boutique shops, I found a queue stretching the length of the alley and then some. I'd finally arrived to one of the most talked about breakfast stops in London.
Wait time was about 30 - 45 minutes, which probably could have been cut down if the waiting staff had a better seating system. But to expect customer service like that, I would really need to head back to the States as I'm more likely to discover a new element than receive decent customer service here.
Oddly enough, once seated I didn't ask for a plate of pancakes, smothered in maple syrup and at least 6 strips of bacon on the side. My boyfriend did however, which left me to judge them without being disappointed that the pancakes weren't prepared in a way that any John Hughes character would have expected.
The good news: the pancakes and the bacon were right on target - fluffy pancakes, crispy bacon.
The bad news: it wasn't nearly enough. At about £8, for 2 things on the plate, it left a lot to be desired. Why this country doesn't understand the beauty of sides, I will never understand. If there were some eggs, and a small pot(bowl) of summer fruit as well, we'd be in business.
I was hardcore craving some eggs, so I went for Eggs Florentine and a cup of tea. Not very American after all but very nice all the same.
|The Breakfast Club - Eggs Florentine|
|The Breakfast Club - a cuppa|
The eggs were more than filling (I couldn't finish them!), which is what I was going for, and cost about the same price as the pancakes - which I would've finished, and would've wanted more to go with it. I definitely recommend heading to the Breakfast Club, as it makes for a perfect Sunday brunch location. Just be prepared to shell out a few more ££ if you were looking for a real American breakfast experience.
The Breakfast Club - Angel can be found at:
31 Camden Passage
Nearest Tube: Angel