The Breakfast Club, London

If you follow me on Instagram, then you probably noticed that I was chillin’ in London Town last weekend. When B and I were together, we would go to the UK every Easter. We would see friends in London, and then train it up to Leicester to spend Easter Sunday with B’s grandparents. It’s crazy to think that less than a year ago, B and I were engaged and both of his grandparents were alive. Now none of these things are true, and it’s almost spring again. The trees are blooming and the sun is out late. I feel like this quote by Ernest Hemingway sums up the change in seasons, and my re-birth into a new life . . . .

“You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintery light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person died for no reason. In those days, though, the spring always came finally but it was frightening that it had nearly failed.” 

This spring I’m feeling especially fresh and triumphant. I’ve made it through a long, icy winter, and am now rejoicing as the earth unthaws beneath my toes. My trip to London was the start of a new season where gloves were shed and I feasted with friends (I actually ended last summer in London, so perhaps kicking off a new season in London is becoming a tradition!) I took a bunch of photos to share on the blog (London is just so colorful), and I wanted to start with perhaps the most delicious set, taken at The Breakfast Club with Madelien. Feast your eyes on this:

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Madelien is Dutch, and up until three months ago, she was one of my closest friends in Amsterdam. However, in addition to being Dutch, Madelien is also a kick-ass Art Director. In the past few months, both Ogilvy and BBH have offered Madelien freelance contracts, and so she’s been working across the channel in London. Madelien now has an adorable flat in Shoreditch, cool Londoner friends, and an exciting new city to explore. I’m sad she’s no longer in Amsterdam *cue tiny violins* but the only thing better than slumber parties with Madelien in Amsterdam are slumber parties with Madelien in Shoreditch, where we can wake up, wander 30 seconds down the road, and have fresh-pressed watermelon and guava juice in our happy hands.
Ali and Juice 2 copyShe’s literally a stone’s throw away from Brick Lane, and so on Sunday morning (a very hungover morning) we wandered outside, past street vendors, vintage shops, and open air markets, in search of hydration and the elusive Breakfast Club.
DSC_1748To say that Shoreditch is colorful would be an understatement. Shoreditch is pulsing and alive, a rainbow of vibrancy and self-expression. Street art colors brick walls, vintage shops are numerous, and food from all over the world is accessible in street carts and large indoor food halls. DSC_1772We wandered through markets and down long brick roads, following our iPhones in search of the Breakfast Club (and bacon and eggs and pancakes).DSC_1763When we arrived at the Breakfast Club, there was a long queue outside, so we hopped in line and talked about how hungry we were and what we were going to order for the next 30 minutes!DSC_1774The line moved quickly, and soon we were inside one of the most hipster-groovy breakfast spots in town.DSC_1823DSC_1799DSC_1821DSC_1793DSC_1792We were sat at a small table by the window, and were quick to order a round of lattes and cappuccinos.  DSC_1787DSC_1779Ordering food was difficult, as all options on the menu sounded divine. We debated between The Full Monty, served with bacon, sausage, black pudding, eggs, home-style fried potatoes, mushrooms, beans, grilled tomato and a toasted multigrain bloomer (for only €10!) or the Chorizo Hashbrowns, served with chorizo, mushrooms, home-style fried potatoes and fried eggs. In the end I went for The All American, which came with pancakes, eggs, sausage, home-style fried potatoes, streaky bacon and maple syrup. Madelien went for the avocado toast with poached eggs, and when our food arrived, we were transported to a place of breakfast bliss.

DSC_1817DSC_1808My eggs were a home run, served just right. The sausage was amazing – by far my favorite part of the meal. The pancakes were a bit flat. As an American I’m a pancake pro, and they could have used a bit more baking soda, a bit more egg, and perhaps a dollop of greek yogurt to fluff them up. Regardless, anything with maple syrup is a treat (as the Dutch love this odd black syrup on their pancakes) and so I devoured my meal in 10 minutes flat. DSC_1810The only thing cooler than the dining area in The Breakfast Club are the bathrooms. Seriously, check out this Ghostbuster cartoon wallpaper. #ThrowbackToilet ????
DSC_1818If you’re interested in a stop at the Breakfast Club, you’re in luck, as there are numerous spots around London. You can check them all out on the site here. I would highly recommend making a reservation, or else be prepared to wait for a bit. Tip: if you go to the Spitalfields location, ask for “The Mayor” . . . . and see what happens! :)

Xo Ali

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9 thoughts on “The Breakfast Club, London

  1. I enjoyed the “Built this city on bacon rolls” sign, Ali. Great advertising art, there. The breakfast plate can pretty much sell itself, too. Yummy looking. Hey, is the dark syrup for pancakes in Amsterdam molasses? I like molasses.

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