The Epic Breakfast

All the stars were aligned. We had British-style bacon from the Mennonites, black pudding from the British shop, leftover roast potatoes, eggs, toast.

The Brit's plate:

And mine:

Do not be fooled by my "restrained" plate. That is not just toast, it is in fact one hell of a fried egg sandwich. The Signature Classic, with mayo and thinly sliced kosher full sours. (For my mother's nerves: yes, we went for a run beforehand at the very least).

This was just about the best breakfast I've ever eaten.