The Breakfast Club has become a bit of a ‘thing’ – they’re popping up all over the place and if the queue outside the original one in Soho is anything to go by – then they’re bloody popular. They even sell merchandise. Their latest offering is in London Bridge so I thought I’d pop along to see what all the fuss is about.
There was an open bar in the middle of the room which created a pleasantly lively atmosphere, but the tables were a little too squashed together for my liking – I hate it when you can hear everyone’s conversations.
Perhaps being at the Breakfast Club I should have ordered a breakfast (and if I had I probably would have been more satisfied) but instead I went for a burger. The Cow Vs Pig (Â£12.50) which is ‘a real monster in the world of burgers’ apparently, was a burger topped with pulled pork and barely melted cheddar.
The patty (I wasn’t asked how I wanted it cooked) was dry and grainy and the pork lacked any real flavour; I was barely aware of its presence. It wasn’t the worst burger I’ve ever eaten (that award goes to Jamie Oliver’s Diner) but at twelve quid, you can find far superior elsewhere. The slightly greasy fries tasted so much better after I sprinkled them with salt myself – I never see the point in serving fries with no seasoning whatsoever.
The Breakfast Club reminds me a bit of a ‘cooler’ Bill’s – and I’m not very fond of them either. The only saving grace was the lovely waitress who was full of charm and charisma, but as far as that burger is concerned, I ain’t convinced.