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London Review of Breakfasts started in 2005 - what inspired you to start reviewing the most important meal of the day?

You know those comic book flashbacks, showing the traumatic event that inspires a child to become a superhero? It was nothing like one of those. One Saturday morning in East Dulwich we went into yet another bar purporting to serve fine food and they served us yet another £8-a-head disappointment: gloopy eggs, raw sausages, a waiter who looked at us like we were unreasonable when we asked for our missing bacon. As we sullenly poked our forks at our plates we realised that there was nothing out there bringing London’s breakfasteurs to account. Something called seemed like a good idea that would go quite well.

You know those comic book flashbacks, showing the traumatic event that inspires a child to become a superhero? It was nothing like one of those. One Saturday morning in East Dulwich we went into yet another bar purporting to serve fine food and they served us yet another £8-a-head disappointment: gloopy eggs, raw sausages, a waiter who looked at us like we were unreasonable when we asked for our missing bacon. As we sullenly poked our forks at our plates we realised that there was nothing out there bringing London’s breakfasteurs to account. Something called seemed like a good idea that would go quite well.

You know those comic book flashbacks, showing the traumatic event that inspires a child to become a superhero? It was nothing like one of those. One Saturday morning in East Dulwich we went into yet another bar purporting to serve fine food and they served us yet another £8-a-head disappointment: gloopy eggs, raw sausages, a waiter who looked at us like we were unreasonable when we asked for our missing bacon. As we sullenly poked our forks at our plates we realised that there was nothing out there bringing London’s breakfasteurs to account. Something called seemed like a good idea that would go quite well.