The food may be a little overpriced and the queues are insane but the experience as a whole makes up for that.
It's original and quite possibly the best place to have breakfast in London.
None of us ever got to eat at the Bayside Diner with Zach, Screech and the gang but the Breakfast Club in Soho offers a little slice of what that experience might have been like. Right? No? Just me?
Anyway… The tiny – it’s pretty cramped – space on D’Arblay Street in Soho seems to be a favourite with everyone from the guide book tourist gangs to out of work actors. So one thing you can always be sure of is a queue. But queues mean quality, right? Well, maybe not always but at The Breakfast Club they do. A cross between a teenager’s bedroom and a café, the venue plays on the pop culture in a big way, which is the least you’d expect considering its name. Yes, it’s a bit ‘wacky’ and there’s certainly a touch of the ‘you don’t have to be crazy to work here but it helps’ about it but that beats glum faces and ineffective waiting any day.
The food is a mix of English and American with a little Tex-Mex thrown in for good measure. The pancakes, syrup and sweet bacon stacks and the huevos rancheros are incredibly good. The breakfast burrito could have its own Facebook appreciation page and the full English is a mountain. The only serious problem is the quality of the sausages. For around £10 you expect every ingredient in a cooked breakfast to be premium and the sausages are not. If you’re a light eater then the heavy dishes available at The Breakfast Club might not suit your tastes. This is as close to an American breakfast diner as you can get and they don’t hold back on the fatty meats and syrupy sweets. And nor should they.
By night the place turns into a restaurant of sorts, however, it doesn’t compare to the breakfast atmosphere – even if it is BYOB. If you’re in town for the day, showing folks around or just in the mood for a pile of pancakes covered in sugar snap bacon and maple syrup, then do detention at the Breakfast Club.