My brother and I met up near London Bridge both craving a hearty Sunday Brunch...and My Tea Shop had just the thing.
A traditional greasy spoon right by the station, this was 100% authentic - a tiny place, crammed with workmen, taxi drivers and other fry-up connoiseurs; all tucking into generous helpings of eggs, chips, beans and bacon.
A man-sized portion of fried goodies hit the spot - a squeeze of tomato sauce and a couple of mugs of strong tea, and we were good to go.
If you've had a heavy night, and can't be bothered messing around with a 'fancy' brunch menu (french toast...rhubarb compote...hollandaise) this is just the place. And the convenient location near London Bridge means it's the perfect compromise for a meeting of North and South Londoners.