So, possibly the smallest breakfast venue we’ve had the delight of sampling thus far – and, confounding our expectations for a cold November morning, it wasn’t just the two of us. We also welcomed the appearance a new Breakfaster, joining us from UCL.
A wide variety of victuals were sampled, including the Full English, the scrambled egg on toast, and the bacon butty. While the menu looked good, the service came more with a grunt than a smile. Full english consisted of one sausage, one rasher of bacon, one egg and an ocean of beans. No mushrooms – not good!
Taking each element in turn, the sausage was rather good – although a single sausage is a lonely sausage, I say. My bacon was definitely a bit on the stringy side, and my egg decidedly overdone. The beans were fine, if a little all enveloping. Somehow I didn’t get given a choice of toast, so I ended up with white. The toast was adequate, but not especially hot.
Next to me, a minor disaster was happening with the scrambled eggs on toast, as my unfortunate flatmate generously dosed his platter from the pepper pot. Sadly, in his sleep-deprived state, he had not noticed that the seasonings were in the wrong pots and he was actually adding enough salt to preserve a small hippo. Seeing no pepper sprinkles appearing on his egg, he kept shaking, thinking the pot was low. Result: one extremely salty egg breakfast.
Our Brave New Breakfaster opted for the bacon roll – and although I failed to get the verdict on this, it looked pretty darn good actually. Coffee was acceptable, if rather dainty.
Overall: by no means the greatest breakfast in the world – love may cover a multitude of sins, but beans do not I am afraid. And I know it’s morning, but slightly less sullen service wouldn’t go amiss! Oh, and if it’s not too much to ask … could the salt go in the salt pot, and the pepper in the pepper pot? The sausages were definitely up with the best breakfast sausages so far though, so do keep that up!