How many English breakfasts can you have before getting tired of them? A proper brit would say “It’s impossible to get tired, you twat”. But I’m no true brit. I was tired of them. I didn’t think I wanted any more of the extremely caloric and intense experience that is the full English.
And then I went to The Barge House in the ridiculously nicknamed “Haggerston Riviera”. They serve a most curious thing: a full English, INSIDE a bun. Like a ticking bomb of artery clotting goodness, this ball shaped work of art seems easy and simple to eat. But one bite and you realise it could take a while. Coming packed with everything from cumberland sausage to mushrooms to spinach, and topped with a beautiful crown of an egg, this delicatessen will stop your heart. But it will start up back again, because it tastes so good.
So yeah, cry all you want, and go ahead and complain that it isn’t truly a full English breakfast (no beans, no style and blah blah). Truth is, I’ll take this any day of the week. I’ll try that, so expect me to be dead in seven days.
Slimy? One stab at this blob, and it will start oozing all sorts of delicious liquids, and you’ll try to keep them from messing up the table as they spread through the unorthodox wooden boards/plates
Satisfying? I’m thinking more things should come inside a bun. Perhaps pasta in a bun would be nice.