Since it was Pancake Day yesterday, Rich and I decided to find a great little pancake spot. I asked Twitter for suggestions and The Breakfast Club came up repeatedly. It was actually somewhere on my list of places to eat in London so it was a no-brainer.
Reassuringly, there was a queue out of the door. It's always promising when somewhere is very popular. Nevertheless, we were entertained in the queue as the entrance is strewn with photos of people who have visited. Diners also leave behind foreign notes, doodles on napkins and, bizarrely, passport photos. I'd watched The Lost Boys the evening before so it was a bit creepy seeing a wall of passport photos, almost like a shrine to people who had gone missing!
Despite the wait, and even though every table was taken, it didn't seem busy or crowded inside. We were lucky enough to be seated in one of the booths which are made from old changing room benches and right next to the windows so you can watch the world go by.
For my pancakes, I settled on lemon meringue and it was wonderful! Three deliciously soft, warm pancakes sandwiched together with tangy lemon curd, sprinkled with crunchy meringue pieces and finished off with a dollop of smooth cream, a mint leaf and a slice of fresh lemon. Sweet, ripe strawberries completed the dish. The mix of sweet and sour, neutralised by the doughy pancakes, was incredible and really filling too.
To celebrate Pancake Day, The Breakfast Club was holding a pancake challenge. If you could eat 12 pancakes in 12 minutes, your dish was free. While we were there, many tried but Fritz (in the red checked shirt above) was the only champion. Go Fritz!