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the breakfast club

Last weekend we journeyed to Battersea Rise and joined the ever present queue outside The Breakfast Club.

the breakfast club

Having comfortably settled ourselves into the American-diner-come-vintage-thrift-shop set up, we got down to the menu perusal and I had to swiftly talk myself out of choosing the playfully named When Haloumi Met Salad Wrap. After much debate (and a recommendation from our waitress) I eventually plumped for the 'Huevos Rancheros' (fried eggs tortilla with melted cheddar, refried beans, chorizo, salsa, sour cream and guamole) and Han went for the 'BBQ Chicken and Bacon Sandwich' (grilled chicken, bacon and cheddar with hickory smoked BBQ sauce). 

The food arrived and was as opulent and obscene as you could hope for. We did our best to clear our plates, leaving just a little space to squeeze in a little something for dessert. Cue a giant shared stack of berry pancakes topped with a dollop of vanilla cream and lashings of maple syrup.

It was all incredible.

It's safe to say after three giant plates of food we were ready for a strong afternoon nap - after promising to hunt down another fun brunch haunt soon we headed back to our separate corners of London (where I spent the rest of the day nursing a severe food baby).

If you fancy a trip to The Breakfast Club there's five (soon to be six) in London, you can find more information on their website - it's a good 'un.