"Three elbows to the ribs, two train changes (didn't get a seat on either), and one pigeon that shat on your Rains rucksack—and it's not even 9am. Take your bruised ribs to Beppe’s Café for breakfast when you need to be reminded why you live here. At the Farringdon caff, solo diners spread butter over a spread of broadsheets and the family working here are always on hand with a cheery word or a bit of gossip. Get the fry-up, which comes piled high with crispy-edged sausages, charred rashers of smoky bacon, and slices of fried bread. The green booths are ideal for a post-breakfast nap." - daisy meager, jake missing, sinead cranna, rianne shlebak, heidi lauth beasley, jake missing, heidi lauth beasley, rianne shlebak, sinead cranna, sinead cranna, rianne shlebak, jake missing, jake missing, rianne shlebak, sinead cranna, sinead cranna, jake
