Number7 suggested Smiths of Smithfield for brekka and 1) who was I to argue? 2) how right she was to make that suggestion. This is without doubt one of the funkiest restaurants in London and lots of people evidently know that it is a great place for Sunday brunch. We waited a little while on big sofas with excellent Valencian orange juices and then joined the mixed crowd of trendies, families and oldsters at the tables. Number7 had a bacon and egg sandwich and I had a beanburger with houmous/babghanoush etc + chips. The food was just fine but it was the atmosphere which made the place: wonderful industrial architecture, fantastic fittings, upbeat music played that bit louder than would usually be acceptable (there was quite a lot of foot-tapping grooving going on amongst those waiting at the bar) and a really happy, metropolitan feel to the place.
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