If brunch is suggested, then b-line for the nearest Breakfast Club! There are five of them in London, one of which is conveniently located for me in Battersea, SW11. I went this week with a couple of friends – it was great fun, a really buzzy atmosphere. I think of it as part of the hangover recovery routine, because there were so many people who are clearly in a worse state of health – most likely a direct result of Infernos. No comment…..
You may find you have to queue for 10 minutes to get in. Don’t worry about that,f it’s worth it. Worse things have happened.
Inside, they’ve kitted it out with quirky shabby stuff like battered washing machines, crippled fridges, bird cages and stained slabs of wood. Perhaps it was a money saving measure, but they’ve gotten away with it, it adds so much character.
They’ve not re-invented brunch or done anything supreme, but the food is delicious and always hits the spot. I’m yet to order something I wouldn’t re-order. Same deal with the coffee, it’s smooth, fresh and delicious – just like my love life.
It’s difficult to order badly, the choice is easy – EGGS, PANCAKES, SMOOTHIES.
The fresh fruit smoothies are GLOWING with health and vitality – you need these vitamins after too many lemonades in Northcote Records.
As for the food, BC’s portions are definitely generous enough to satisfy hangover hunger, compared to a shy apologetic quails egg size portion that you’d find in a poncy Michelin-starred Mayfair place. This is REAL food.
My happy friend and I were instistent on sampling the pancakes so ordered a dessert (which is TOTALLY acceptable at brunch). We got Pancakes & Berries with Maple Syrup & Vanilla Ice-cream (£7.50) and they were DIVINE. Gluttonous, but did we regret it? Hell. No.