Bar Bruno, W1F
I’m sure that my absence was bitterly noted, and unfortunately Herr Eggsley (as I am occasionally known) really doesn’t have an excuse for the poor frequency of his contributions to the World Wide Web.
Once again, jaunts and various (obviously very important) meetings have led Eggsley into the violently-pumping heart of London that is Soho, this time bringing your sausage-stuffing friend to a mainstay of the area: .
The Breakfast Club, W1F
Having originated in humble Soho, The Breakfast Club (not to be confused with the stellar 80s movie, mind, no matter how hard they try to push their “love for the Eighties”) has been hard at work on the asexual reproduction front: Angel, Spitalfields and - surprise, surprise - Hoxton are all now host (I wonder why?) to the delights of this breakfast
café restaurant brasserie …place.