Yesterday morning we woke up early and headed into The City for breakfast at The Hawksmoor. This was the breakfast that I have been dreaming about for the last couple of months, and as evidenced by this photo, I was not disappointed!
Situated in the basement of a non-description building, the restaurant looks like an old-fashioned workers’ club although one currently inhabited by bankers and stockbrokers dressed in suits and having power breakfast meetings. (There are other locations of The Hawksmoor, but the Guildhall location in the financial center of London was the only location open for breakfast on a Tuesday). If I wanted to impress/intimidate an important client, the special breakfast for two is totally the way to go. It includes a smoked bacon chop, sausages, black pudding, short rib bubble and squeak, grilled bone marrow, trotter baked beans, fried eggs, grilled mushrooms, roasted tomatoes, unlimited toast, and HP gravy, and at least says to me that you aren’t messing around!
Based on the traditional and ubiquitous full English breakfast that you can find at any greasy spoon cafe in England, The Hawksmoor elevates and refines each individual component into something magical. Forget Heinz beans from a can! Their house-made baked beans included big chunks of trotter meat and were the perfect topping for the hearty freshly baked bread.
And that smoked bacon chop? I didn’t really believe that good thick sliced bacon could be beaten, but this chop did just that. Made from an English heritage breed called Plum Pudding pigs, the chop had the right combination of salty loin and pork belly that made me wish that the plate came with two! And don’t even get me started on the pure decadence of bone marrow for breakfast. Wow, can that become a daily occurrence?
Combined with two outstanding ginger beer cocktails, this breakfast totally made me feel like I could eat up some financial markets or weak underlings during the course of my day.
And for the record in case you were wondering, we didn’t eat all of this plate. I don’t like blood sausage.