The City Café on Worship Street was the first place where I ever had a proper Full English Breakfast.
It was on one of those dreadful rainy London days during one of those dreadful London hangovers one could only master up after 3 days of hard core partying I could still do at the age of 22. My friend the Canadian brought me to the City Café and it was the most fantastic thing ever. All that greasy and carby yumminess fixed me right up.
I have not been there since that time and no Full English has ever quite lived up to the expectations following that first one. That's why, when my brother requested a classically grubby English caff for breakfast following our prior night on hipster watch, I knew just the place.
So there we were, three hungover Swedes and 20 hungry builders all desperate for bacon, eggs and buttery toast.
I had forgotten that the portions at this place really does reflect the standard clientele - manual labourers who can get away with eating 2000 calories for breakfast. Sis-In-Law had ordered scrambled eggs and out from the kitchen a pile of egg the size of my egg came walking. I think that's when we all realised that this breakfast would not be good for anyone's health.
I'm sad to say that once I had my breakfast in front of me, I was actually quite disappointed. I think I have built up this idea of how great this City Mega Breakfast - yes that's the name - was, and once I had it again it just never reached that level of wonderful. I'd imagine it's a similar feeling to heroine addicts never being able to achieve that first ever high again in spite of chasing for it for years. Only that heroine addicts are skinny.
Is it possible to double your cholesterol in 20 minutes?
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| Baby Bro, Sis-In-Law and Sis-In-Law's mountain of scrambled eggs. |
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| The vegetarian version - then imagine the full one... |
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