Mood: Ravenous, hungover
Style: Casual daywear
Listening to: Ocean Colour Scene
What’s on today: 12pm – 10pm: mooch around London
After the Blood Red Shoes gig, a lot of booze, a failed attempt at drunken shagging and a necessity to leave bed earlier than intended, Mr P and I find ourselves craving eggs for breakfast.
We wind up at The Breakfast Club in Islington, a ramshackle little place in a cute backstreet. The place is small with mismatched furniture and curios dotted about; the clientele are young and fresh-faced, it’s a little bit hippie in there and reminds me of a place you might find in Newquay.
I order eggs royale – it’s quite expensive but hey, it’s London so what do I expect? Two of the biggest, roundest poachers greet me nestling on a muffin and a generous bed of smoked salmon with a good dollop of Hollandaise sauce. The eggs are cooked perfectly and the yolk melds into the Hollandaise to form a delicious goo – the perfect hangover cure.
If I lived in Islington, I would have breakfast here every day. It’s wonderful. Do visit.