I know, I know, The Breakfast Club is a chain. But hear me out: their pancake stack with bacon and maple syrup is a non-negotiable part of brunch culture. The queues are long, but the vibe is unpretentious.
Go to the Angel branch for the best people-watching. You’ll see families, first dates, and someone crying over a spinach omelette. It’s beautiful chaos. And yes, you can get a side of halloumi.
