FWednesday morning was not as successful as Alina and I had planned; we had wanted to go to Brick Lane, see the market and the vintage shops. After a quick walk round we decided to slender over to Spitalfields Market and managed to pick up a few bits and bobs for my Dad's birthday presents. We then got the tube to Oxford Street to meet a friend and go for brunch at the Breakfast Club.
Now if you've been before, you'll know that you have to queue to get a seat, sometimes for quite some time. Luckily we made it just in time and only had to wait about 25 minutes.
The first thing we all knew when we got in was what food to have, drinks proved a little more difficult but in the end I plumped for a hot chocolate with a mountain of marshmellows.
I went for the only thing I've had from the menu, but in my defense it is superb. After a bit of arm twisting by me my sister also went for the same thing. The All American Pancakes with sunnyside-up eggs. And aren't they beautiful:
Now I know I was sceptical with the combination of maple syrup and bacon but trust me: it needs to happen. So just go ahead and pour the little pot of wonder over the pancakes and enjoy.