With woolly dental floss frayed between my k9's, the day started far too early for a weekend and I'd tried everything but a coat hanger to get it out!!!! The sun was shining, the sky cloudless and the first scent of autumn was in the air. I went for a walk to East central London (E2 I think) to meet my friend for a late breakfast or brunch, br(eakfast) (L)unch.
When I got there, I realised I'd been to Leila's a year or so before following an art car-boot fair just off Prick Lane… But this time I was earlier, could get a seat and actually order more than a drink. I had a ponsy coffee to start, which was good, then eggs with Parma ham, also good, then split those with my friend's order, eggs fried with sage, which were surprisingly unbelievable. We washed the huevos down with a jug of apple juice.
Leila's, 12.30 latest, or you'll struggle for a seat… Queuing is rubbish, especially on a small street, or anywhere for that matter.
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