BoatLady's review of The Breakfast Club Spitalfields

Lured here with 2 girlfriends on the promise of a trip “through the fridge door” (if you go, all may become clear, but who am I to blow the secret?). In fact we didn't make it there as we decided to eat first and then the 15-30mins estimated wait to get in plus likely time spent in the fridge times by the inevitable cocktail consumption seemed bound to equal midweek work disaster so we passed and I will have to come back for that particular experience another time. Fortunately that won't be a hardship…
I really liked the casual atmosphere in The Breakfast Club with the mix of high stools, old rail carriage seating and occasional retro 80s paraphenalia (which they've managed not to overdo in some nauseating over-vintage-ified way). The menu covers a fair spectrum of US grub (jacket potatos, salads, waffles, wraps, burgers, buffalo wings etc) and looks unsurprisingly at its forte at breakfast time. The food, like much typical American fare, isn't going to win any prizes as the focus is on filling you up with hearty nosh at reasonable prices. Whilst I managed to finish my cheeseburger, my friend would have needed a second stomach to polish off the nachos with chilli-con-carne. Service was a little haphazard but friendly enough (they ran out of wine glasses but brought me a tumbler, fine for the bog standard red wine I was drinking). Still, at £20 for a big belly of grub and a few vinos, you can't really complain. An interesting little place tucked away in a quiet alley in the City, it fills the hole between the rambunctious nearby pubs and posey gaffes in Shoreditch.