VQ Bloomsbury

You're walking past the British Museum crowds when you spot VQ's awning, and suddenly you've got a legitimate reason to duck inside. This is where Bloomsbury locals come when they actually want breakfast that doesn't taste like it was designed by committee. The menu's unpretentious but genuinely well-executed—not trying to be clever, just doing the basics brilliantly. It's the kind of place where you can roll in at 11am on a Saturday hungover and no one bats an eyelid, order something substantial, and actually feel better afterwards.