Let’s start with the obvious – you can’t go for breakfast in the Grand Cafe Bar without being impressed by the surrounds. Housed in one of London’s most venerable buildings, you are treated to sumptuous architecture and a cavernous, echoing hall of the sort that will probably never be built in the centre of capital again. Not to mention assaulted by vast arrays of eye-wateringly priced jewellery as you make your way through the massive wrought iron gates.
For the breakfast itself, it is fair to say that you will have to be a little patient – although packed at lunchtimes, the Cafe Bar is almost eerily empty at breakfast, and the staffing level is correspondingly thin. This might work well for a tiny little diner, but when the sole waitress has to serve individuals seated up to 40 feet apart then it’s a bit more testing. That said, there was little room for complaint about the breakfast itself. Double sausages smile up at you, perched atop a generous rasher of juicy bacon. A succulent mushroom peeks out from behind a fresh fried tomato, and the aesthetics of the plate are expertly managed with a perfectly fried double-egg on one side of the plate counterbalancing the row of buttered toast slices, which themselves are laid out in alternate white-brown order.
So the price – well, as you would expect, it’s not cheap. And good though it is, it doesn’t quite match the quality of similar priced breakfasts at, say, Roast or Cinnamon Club .. however you are partly paying for the incredible setting, and for that there is no real competition. Definitely one to try out.