My brother is the best brother a sister could have. Yes, that is a soppy start to a new post but it’s true. We’ve always got on growing up but think that might be down to his good nature than mine. Now we’re ‘adults’ I regard him more of a best friend that is a partner in crime for mischief, tequila tasting and niche fancy dress. And recently my personal trainer and partner to get me through challenges I agree to do. Such as doing the Great London Swim, a mile in the Thames. It was an interesting swim… but that’s a detailed story for another day.
Recently, I have agreed to do a 10k run for Macmillan Cancer Support, a fantastic charity which we both support when possible. I’m not a runner, I’ve always hated it but maybe I haven’t given it enough of a chance before, being forced to run across a cow pat field at school, kind of puts you off.
Anyhow, on a recent trip to London and stay with my bro, we went for a Sunday run. Which was impressive as we were on the wines the night before. After coming back from the run and get so fresh and so clean, we were starving! Going with our lovely friends who are equally fans of brunch, we moseyed on over to The Breakfast Club in Hoxton. After having to wait for 40 minutes for a table (which when the food is good, I don’t have a problem with, shows how popular it is), we entered to the restaurant where they were playing some killer beats to get our Sunday started.
I love my friends, there are not many groups who wouldn’t shy away from a monster 2-course brunch. We all had an eggy first course. There were a couple of the incredible Eggs Benedict with thick ham, oozing yolks and hollandaise sauce on top of toasty English muffins. Nom.
The bro went for The Full Monty (as well as everyone’s scraps…) which had the works, bacon, sausage, black pudding, eggs, home-style fried potatoes, mushrooms, beans, grilled tomato and toast…..damn. It did not last long. The bro also went for a went for The Elvis Milkshake, banana and peanut butter, holy cow it was good! Just hook it to my veins!
I went for the spicy route for my eggies (which up until recently, hated with a passion – I think the SEXY eggs at The Duck and Waffle may have cured me of my aversion) I went for the Huevos Rancheros, it had everything I needed after my run, fried eggs, tortilla, refried beans, chorizo, salsa, cheddar, sour cream and guacamole. That’s right and I ate it all, hell ya!
I said earlier it was a two-course brunch, well between the five of us, we also went for two portions of the American Pancakes with Berries, Maple Syrup and Vanilla Cream. It’s fair to say we hoovered up the eggy courses to get to these bad boys. Big fluffy pancakes with an absolute mountain of fragrant vanilla cream (not overly sweet but we couldn’t finish it all) and fresh berries to cut through it all.
I may have had a small nap on the coach back to Bristol after all this food, dreaming of pancake pillows and chorizo’s in sombreros….
The Breakfast Club
2-4 Rufus St, Hackney, London N1 6PE
Tel: 020 7729 5252
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