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Birthday @ London - ALL IN!

Why can not I enjoy a wonderful "Full Inglese Breakfast" here in Italy? Why do my Saturday morning I dream of beautiful Savoy Pancakes, bacon, eggs and toast as if they were cooking unattainable utopia? The English breakfast is for me to become a real passion. 's full, dripping and as for wealth, and is personally very classifiable "first, second and third breakfast." Something that is good for strong stomachs and can easily fill up at the end of the day, perhaps broken by a pair of "Pint of Guinness"-style Inglese.

The Breakfast Club! WakeU

Making breakfast for the English is a real way to "break the hunger (and possibly from home stuffed like turkeys). It 's a luxury that I would like to give me my weekend qualchemattina in Turin, just to break those five days made of "cookies rinsecchini and guzzled coffee travel "between the other preparation.

not think any sane English face every single morning of his life a" Full Breakfast Inglese "but husband full Anglo-Saxon conception of replacing breakfast meals, reinforces and produces "stuff" to burn for our brains to work.

seems unlikely here, find a decent spot in which to emulate the full-blown English breakfast, and we live in remember the place more special in that it has had breakfast in the English earth, and in my life.

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In my morning gray I imagine sitting at one of those tables on the canary-colored background, while inforchetto a stack of pancakes with cream and fresh berries. I have a pair of sunglasses and a vintage dress in light pink balloon. Hair and a pink shawl old. How wonderful. (Everyone dreams of what he wants to be happy right?)

Anyway, the "enchanted place" is called "The Breakfast Club" (as I believe the film of the same name commemorating the years 80) You will find it in three different "happy islands" in London: Hoxton, Angel or Soho.

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Moose for breakfast @ BreakfastClub

I can assure you will not regret it! I fell in love with me immediately. Young people of every nationality, ancient and modern items mixed together, a giant carrot with a pair of Rayban, a cute plush moose ... While I was having breakfast I swear to you Elvis saw me looking at a frame on a shelf illuminated lights bloom ... Look carefully at the charming waiter-surfer, I did steal a thousand photos and millions of strangers who notes fluttered over my head.

Here's an excerpt of the best breakfasts of my life, one of which is specifically desired and dreamed for my 26th year of life. A "Full Inglese Breakfast" to celebrate in the company: I, cholesterol, and my taste buds in pure megalomania.

Take a look at the site and you will get an idea:

www.thebreakfastclubcafes.com or here

Inebriatevi and Promise solemnly that if you set foot in London, you sit down at one of those tables ... and I envy you so much.

Elvis looks at me from above.

toast, butter, jam or marmalade, eggs, bacon, fried sausage, fried bread early in the morning ... it sounds disgusting? Perhaps we Italians are accustomed to "perfavoreuncappuccioebrioches" yes, but I can assure you it is a mystical experience that can not be absolutely baypassata, that you are natives of the City and ordinary tourists accustomed to the occasional PanGoccioli.

For a pro-English like me there is absolutely no history, London is the fridge in Europe!

London, like New York, contains all the cuisines of the world and all its scents, flavors, essences and recipes. I love that city and its multi-ethnic, which is often coupled with the most classic of street food. who traveled with me knows that I would lose in the face of mileage windows of stained and swollen muffin, that I would live in a Starbucks (which I personally acquires its true charm only in the U.S. and GB) and often get moved to the opening night of British supermarket or in front of a fish and chips with controfiocchi.

I would leave pans of lasagna for a sandwich from Subway, voluntarily leaves the eggplant parmigiana for a couple of small zuccherosissimi Cupcakes, original . In my morning coffee I drink very, very long ... Oh Yes! In defiance of Italian espresso.

Breakfast in London, I meet you, too.

have done so. They are strange and Londradipendente.

Put in a mini agenda Travel in the shadow of Westminster. You should not miss even one of his succulent dishes.

Start with breakfast, and toast made with orange juice, coffee and long course, "A Cup of Tea, Please!"

Ps. I forgot! Your "Full Inglese Breakfast" is perfect for the words "morning after". That's right, my dear lovers of beer and many other liquids with high alcohol content. The savory breakfast has a secret and known Anglo-Saxon "sponge capacity" of the hangover.

So a real breakfast of champions, Pt. (See photo of the hideous "my.day.after" and attached expression .... try it!
least have the excuse to drink more in a couple of pints the night before!)

nocomment. He even "pints. Countless"

Cheers Everybody!

God save the Queen.

LadyCharlotte