Pancakes. That’s it. That’s all this place sells. And we fucking love it. We might even move to Southwark Bridge Road just so all of our foreseeable mornings are spent saying things like ‘we’ll have the poached pear caramel pancakes with a side of bacon, Glenda’. For transparency, we have no idea if anyone called Glenda actually works here, but it just felt right. Dedicated entirely to our beloved AM comrade, the buttermilk batter is, frankly, magical and we’re even into their eggy options. If you’re looking to do that whole all-day big brunch thing, we’d recommend sitting out on their terrace, ordering a carafe of mimosa, and of course, eating a couple rounds of London’s best buttermilk pancakes.
Eggs on pancakes. Eggs on pancakes? Eggs on pancakes! Yes, it’s quite the emotional rollercoaster deciding whether hollandaise and poached eggs belong on pancakes, but it turns out, it works. Grab some streaky bacon on the side, and merrily declare yourself a savoury pancake supporter. If you’re not going sweet, order these.
Forest berry compote = sharp. House cream and syrup = sweet. Crushed pistachio meringue = crunch. Put all that on top of two fluffy buttermilk pancakes and you’ve got yourself a breakfast party. A must-order.
Thankfully for your hangover and / or six hours of sleep, the coffee here is excellent. Like, the kind you sip, protectively cradle, and then say, ‘oh, this coffee is really good’. We liked their iced options too, but the double shot Spanish latte is just the thing to jolt you awake on a Saturday morning.