The Breakfast Club on Berwick Street

You'll find yourself on Berwick Street—that proper Soho stretch between the sex shops and vintage record stores—queueing outside this place most weekend mornings. It's chaotic in the best way: people spilling onto the pavement with coffees, the smell of bacon and toast wafting out, someone always checking their phone to see how long the wait is. Inside, it's snug and a bit ramshackle, packed with the kind of crowd that actually lives round here rather than instagramming their eggs. The breakfasts are hefty and done right—proper bacon, grilled tomatoes, thick-cut toast—and they don't mess about with unnecessary flourishes. The coffee's solid too, which matters when you're wedged at a communal table with a stranger.