Franze & Evans, Cafe Shoreditch

You'll find yourself on Redchurch Street on a Saturday morning, joining the queue outside Franze & Evans with half of Shoreditch. It's not fancy—exposed brick, mismatched chairs, the kind of place where your cappuccino arrives in proper crockery and your eggs are cooked with actual care. The vibe is deliberately unfussy: locals camped at corner tables with laptops, groups of mates catching up over loaded toast, everyone seemingly pleased with their choices. The menu hits all the brunch essentials but does them better than most—think properly sourced ingredients without the eye-roll markup you'd expect from this postcode.