As the old joke goes, I'm on a seafood diet: I see food, I eat it. Yes, it works better out loud than in print. Well, I wasn't on a diet, I was disgustingly hungover, and normally would have been hunting out a full fry up but as my friend is a pescatarian I had suggested Wright Bros for lunch and was hoping that as long as I could see and eat food I'd be OK.This Spitalfields outpost is in a great location with a huge open front from which you can watch the market-goers bustle on by, however, if you book you will probably be put, as we were, on shared high tables towards the back of the tiny, rammed venue near the open kitchen. Whilst that is a great spot for watching the chefs do their thang, it is very hot and stuffy on a summer's day; not ideal when you are suffering from last night's excess. For the first time in a long, long time I had a meal out booze-free. A large basket of bread with plenty of butter started to work its carby magic and then a shared plate of pepper/aoili squid from the daily specials slipped down better than expected, the light, crispy batter substituting well for hash browns. Then I ordered a large pint of Atlantic shell-on prawns. Ambitious. It was the most enormous pint (no, not all pints are equal) of juicy little crustaceans densely packed into the jar. You certainly get your money's worth of these, although of course you have to do all the hard work yourself in peeling them. This kept my fingers occupied and my brain lulled with repetitiveness and provided enough meat to help restore my tum without being heavy and greasy like the traditional English breakfast. Service was generally friendly and helpful, dealing well with the demands of the many tightly-packed, sweaty customers. Our friend “forgot” her purse so I paid £82 for 2 of us before hot-footing it out of there and back to the cool calm of the sofa. Seafood: a surprising hangover cure.