Everything about this mini-chain specialising in all-day brunches for hungover hipsters is sunny-side up, from the yellow-and-blue walls and pun-laden menu of ‘egg-ulars’ to the mufti-ed staff and
jingly-jangly music. The decor is a mixture of Eighties’ Americana seemingly snapped up at a garage sale (think Snoopy lamps and novelty licence plates) and tongue-in-cheek neon signs flashing
forth messages such as ‘bacon rolls’. In short, if the creators of Friends were to film a spin-off in London, The Breakfast Club would be a suitably buzzy-yet-casual substitute for Central Perk.
Foodwise, you can’t go wrong with The Full Monty, a giant, perfectly cooked English breakfast with all the trimmings. Other highlights include piles of thick, fluffy pancakes topped with sweet
vanilla cream and summer berries, or huevos rancheros with gutsy refried beans and juicy, piquant chorizo. Lighter options, from porridge to bagels, are also available, while the drinks list – with
fruit smoothies, fresh juices and cocktails for really late risers – is not to be missed.