"Full english A full english without a fried egg is a sad state of affairs. Alongside its juicy comrade, baked beans, eggs bring the moisture, the class, and the illusion of a healthy breakfast to what is—outside of Olivia Coleman and Henry the Hoover—our most sacred national creation. Nowhere in London does a better fry-up than this old-school east end caff, where the walls are covered in pictures of the EastEnders cast with Nev the owner, who will give you a telling off if you don’t finish your plate, egg whites and all. Truly a man after our own hearts. " - heidi lauth beasley
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