A surprise brunch for Alasdair, and after doing lots of research as to where may do good vegan stuff, I’m drawing something of a blank and defaulting to an old London classic - The Breakfast Club. I choose - genuinely - to look at this as an informative field trip for Alasdair, it’s a rite of passage to have a Breakfast Club brunch. I go for the pancakes, of course. I go sweet, of course. Vanilla cream, chocolate ganache, and because I’m feeling health conscious, some mixed berries. It’s a treat. The pancakes are a tad stodgy, rather than perfectly fluffy, but nothing that the assorted syrups, butters, creams, and ganaches can’t cover. Three solidly sized pancakes make up the dish, and I’ve ordered some fried chicken tenders on the side for good luck. Sadly, the Seven Dials branch don’t seem to do milkshakes, but that’s probably for the best in the scheme of the rest of this brunch. I come back upstairs from the bathroom to find that they are, to honour our anniversary, gifting us… more pancakes. It’s a sweet gesture, but neither of us are capable of ingesting a bite of it right now, so it’s wrapped up impressively tightly and will hopefully survive the journey home.