The London Club – 5.5
38 Vernon Terrace, Tenerrife
Coffee: Di Bella
Open daily from 9 am
In an attempt to escape the mould of the “hung-over breakfast goer”, TCB decided to prepare for an early morning jog on the way to breakfast, to fit into the “post exercise breakfaster”. The only problem was that TCB was collectively hung-over, and after donning running apparel, the decision was made to forego the run and go straight to breakfast. In a way, we had a foot in both camps.
The location of The London Club is perfect, set in the street level of the heritage refurbished London Woolstore Apartments, in the middle of the trendy Tenerrife café hub. This would explain the abundance of loose singlets, faux dog tags and hipster frullets. What was once a loading platform for bails of wool to be loaded onto transport trains, now acts as an alfresco dining area elevated from the street – the sweaty, overalled labourers now replaced with mothers’ groups and flamboyant homosexuals (at least on this particular morning). The interior décor of the Club is somewhat eclectic, with a feature wall at the back covered in an Agincourt arrow head pattern, leading to a corner fitted out with an antiquated wooden bookshelf containing titles such as Aldous Huxley’s Brave New World, and James Joyce’s Ulysses. A fully fitted bar lines the opposite wall, with the other corner taken up with a large stainless steal serving bench, offering diners a view into the kitchen.
The pomp and frills end here, however, as we sip tepid tap water waiting for our coffee orders to be taken. The menu has some interesting options including The London Pot, a baked pot of tomato salsa, chorizo sausage and fried eggs; and the Wagyu beef savoury mince.
Whilst they are definitely awarded style points for imagination and variety, the execution leaves a little to be desired. The Pot was good, without being anything to write home about, as the tomato salsa, somewhat bland in itself, took over the rest of the dish, with the occasional interruption from the smoke of the chorizo here, and the strength of the egg there. Perhaps a touch of chilli may have set off the chorizo more and given the dish a bit more life.
As for the mince, I’m told it was a fairly bland affair; though filling, each mouthful seemed more pedestrian than the last while the sloppy texture of mince and fairly watery tomato sauce, which was tolerable at the start, became a chore to get through as the pangs of hunger evaporated (although, being mince, what else could one expect?).
With slow, not particularly friendly service, and “okay” food, The London Club is obviously trading on their location and trend factor, and charging accordingly; standard breakfast staples and some of their own roughly accomplished creations will set you back $16- $19.
Reviewed by AMac.
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