Breakfast, burgers and Lionel Richie

Last week I went to visit my best friend Kerrie. She lives just outside London so we had a few trips into the capital and I think it's fair to say we were in food heaven for those few days. While my limited photography options (i.e. my iphone) mean that I'm unable to take any impressive photos, I thought that it's only fair to share the places where I ate food which I've genuinely been daydreaming about ever since.

First up is a lovely café/bar near Kings Cross called Drink, Shop, Do. The premise behind the 'shop' part of the name is that you can buy anything that you see there; the tables, chairs, wall decorations, you name it. This means that all the furniture is mismatched and vintage, with old milk bottles holding flowers in the middle of the table. Oh and they sell really good cake. There were plenty of options to choose from but in the end I went for a simple Victoria sponge alongside a fresh lemonade. I don't have a photo of my cake but I can offer you a peek at the décor. I'm hoping to be able to come back here on an evening to try out one of their many bizarre entertainment offerings; my favourite that I read about was 'Lionel Rich-tea' where everyone has a go at piping Lionel's face onto a biscuit and the best one wins a prize. Can you think of something better to do with your night? Personally I can't. 

Next up is Honest Burger. Two of my friends go to UCL therefore have sampled many a London burger, but they have named this amongst the best. After a long day of window shopping, we headed back to Kings Cross to the branch nearby. We both went for the namesake honest burger with a cider and we certainly were not disappointed. The burger was juicy but not too messy (something which was a slight problem for us with Psychic Burger's offering) and the chips were incredible. I'm not even a big chip fan, but these were something else. They had rosemary salt on them and my mouth is watering just thinking about them. I think the photo below speaks for itself. 

The final stop on our culinary tour came the next morning before I had to head off home. We'd both heard about The Breakfast Club many times and decided that it was time to try it out so we headed to the original Soho branch. Despite the fact it was 11.30 on a Thursday morning we still had to queue for 20 minutes but it wasn't much of an issue as we'd both spent at least an hour the night before pouring over the menu online deciding what to order. I went for bacon and banana french toast with maple syrup. I know what you're thinking, very strange combination, but I can safely say it was the best breakfast I've ever had. Kerrie agreed with her avocado and bacon on toast with a poached egg, which also looked heavenly. We both had apple juice, of which I wasn't expecting much until it arrived and was a glowing green colour. Miles better than what you get from a carton. Essentially, The Breakfast Club has ruined any future breakfasts for us both...until we can go back again. 

This photo is actually my phone background now. I know, I need to get a grip. 

Have you ever been to any of these places? Do you also dream of french toast? Please tell me I'm not alone.