Food

breakfast club is bizarrely overrated and massivley oversubscribed. i find it's popularity baffling. every saturday morning there's a queue of trendies down the street when there's equal and better food, service and atmosphere to be had all around. who the fuck queues up for 20 minutes to eat an everage breakfast in a crowded cafe? is it the 80s film referencing name and ironic 80s album covers tacked to the walls? honestly? I think it is. whatever.

same sort of thing with ottolenghi, although the food is actually lush in there i can't imagine ever standing outside in that scrum of bugaboos and saturday guardians waiting for half an hour to get scrambled eggs on toast. it's just nuts. get a grip people.

I found the the amount of people that seemded to be locals (or not, as we were, tourists) to be incredibly life affirming. that i don't need to do things like this every sunday to gain acceptance was lovely. Its easy to get drawn into 'fashion' and 'scenes' but to see it from my priveledged viewpoint (i was on high table - pun) and to be able to witness the queue of people outside looking in was all i needed to convince me not to spend the following day shoe shopping but instead to wnader about, look at buildings and drink espresso and read books. I am over going out for breakfast. thats why we live in houses not hotels isn't it.

(at one point, i asked a waiter if there was a toilet and he just said yes and walked off. It was like a comedy sketch.)