Beppe’s Café

"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

"Most mornings at Beppe’s Café, solo diners, spreading butter over a spread of broadsheets, can be found next to gilet-wearing bros and power suits. The common point of interest is the fry-ups: comforting plates piled high with crispy-edged sausages, charred rashers of smoky bacon, and decadent slices of fried bread. The family working here is always on hand with a cheery word or a bit of gossip, and the green booths at this Farringdon caff are primed for a post-breakfast nap. " - rianne shlebak, jake missing, sinead cranna

"We’ve never not finished a meal at this Farringdon caff and wondered if we should pack it all in and just become a part of the furniture. The green booths at Beppe’s Café are the kind that threaten to bring on a post-breakfast nap and the family working here are always on hand with a cheery word or a bit of gossip. Most mornings, a collection of solo diners, spreading butter over a spread of broadsheets, can be found next to gilet-wearing bros and power suits. The common point of interest is the fry-ups—comforting plates piled high with crispy-edged sausages, charred rashers of smoky bacon, and decadent slices of fried bread. photo credit: Aleksandra Boruch photo credit: Aleksandra Boruch photo credit: Aleksandra Boruch photo credit: Aleksandra Boruch" - Sinéad Cranna

"West Smithfield has been a place to buy, sell and eat meat for almost 1000 years. For the last 90 of those years, Beppe’s has been doing its bit to keep that tradition alive, with meat-heavy breakfasts made using suppliers from the ancient market across the road. It’s pretty much impossible to go wrong here, whether it’s the superb bacon rolls, or the mixed grill, which is a fry-up with the addition of a burger that melts in the mouth like a buttery rib-eye steak. Nonetheless, it’s easy to visit Beppe’s without eating anything and still fall in love with the place. Outside it’s a bonanza of glazed brickwork, like Russell Square tube remade in forest green; inside it’s wood panelling, fading family pictures and high-backed booths galore. But the best thing about the place is its antiquated signage, which proclaims “hot snacks and sandwich bar” in a stark and beautifully ancient sans serif." - Isaac Rangaswami