If there’s one thing that you just can’t beat on the weekend it’s an over indulgent breakfast! Be it pancakes or waffles, a bacon sarnie or smashed avocado on toast. But in my household there’s one breakfast to rule them all, one breakfast to find them, one breakfast to bring them all and in the darkness bind them…the mighty Full English. Now it might seem a little ironic that we had to visit an American Diner to get a good Full English breakfast but you’ve got to do what you’ve got to do! Far too many places are trying to over complicate something that just doesn’t need to be complicated. There’s a time and a place for toasted focaccia and it isn’t with my breakfast.
This happened to be our first visit to the A21 Diner despite living just a short drive up the road, however, I can assure you that based on this visit it will not be our last. We rolled up a little before 10 am on a Saturday, eager to stuff our bellies with sausages and bacon. I’ve never been to an American themed restaurant before but loved the interior design, with vibrant booths perfect for family dining and lots of American memorabilia on all of the walls.
As soon as we entered we were greeted by smiling faces behind the counter, everyone that we passed bid us a friendly ‘good morning’ as our waiter led us to our booth.
Fresh orange was squeezed there and then, and presented in cute little mason style jars with a curly straw. Fresh juice always tastes so much better and to have it presented in such a quirky way put a smile on my face.
Our Full English breakfasts came out in record time, I opted for poached eggs rather than the usual fried, their yolks were perfectly gooey and a vibrant orange. In my opinion, the breakfast was nearly faultless, my only request would be to do some gluten free bread, a shame to have those dippable yolks go to waste, though my dad wasn’t complaining as he tucked into his extra slices of well-buttered toast.
As we ate I watched the most amazing stacks of pancakes leave the kitchen, topped with crispy bacon and served with a little jug of maple syrup, I was practically drooling at the thought of it! And just to make me a little more jealous one of their famous freak shakes went out, piled high with whipped cream and chocolate pieces. It was such a nice family atmosphere, and a great way to start the weekend.
What’s your favourite weekend breakfast?