I got reviewing nerves after my last posting. Having been to Cha Cha Moon and had a good pitstop lunch (review here) it became apparent that some people had had very different experiences there. Still I was sure I enjoyed my meal there wasn’t I?
So, next posting I thought I will go to what I know. I will go to a London boy’s home turf. I will do traditional British cuisine. So what is that? A fry up cooked by Italians in Pimlico of course.
Regency Cafe in Pimlico. If you like a good fry up and read websites like classiccafes you will already know about this place. Ever since I was a kid I used to go to cafes (definitely no accent on the e) with my father. I remember when he first took me to E Pellicci Bethnal Green Road about twenty years ago I loved everything about it. I loved the dirty East End surroundings, I loved the copies of the Sun and the Mirror being slowly ingested, I loved the crapness, the unpretension of the food.
Which is a shame as after not having been for a while I tried to take Jen there when she first got to London and it was full of me and Jen, wearing lumberjack shirts. God I am tired of people like us.
So Regency Cafe was a risk. Would it be full of young professionals ruining the atmosphere or locals and us sticking out as we should do? I arranged for six of us to meet there. An unholy double trinity of two lawyers, one investment banker, two tv producers and one retiree (my dad).
It is beautiful. It is 1950s formica topped wonder.
You walk in. The noise hits you. The guy behind the counter screams and cajoles you, stops you sitting down before you order, lines you up, takes your order and keeps up with his stentorian voice.
Then comes the surprise, the food is actually very good. Far better than any normal cafe. The sausages aren’t the reconstituted perfectly straight beige coloured dog turds one normally receives in a cafe. The bacon is good. The poached eggs are spot on. It is almost too above not bad to be a classic formica cafe.
The other great thing is there were no other me’s there. It was local, it was proper.
I love it. I’ll be back. Please don’t go.
Price – £5 for a full English and you can buy pints of orange juice like they used to come from the milkman
PS shuts at 12 on Saturdays