Eating eggs in London's Ace Hotel
Do eggs in Shoreditch come served with sausage dogs, in plaid without any socks? One of best recent external experiences was at Hoi Polloi at the Ace Hotel in London's trendy Shoreditch. Having had our kid taken off our hands for the evening, we treated ourselves to a night at the O2 watching Hall & Oates and a night in a hipster hotel which not only smelled great but came, satisfyingly, with a breakfast the next day. Hoi Polloi is a suitably cool spot, lit like the hotel bar in the Shining and full of impossibly skinny twentysomethings with subtle ear rings and cheap yet expensive haircuts. It's cool and pricey and it makes you feel like part of an elite club just by being there. And their breakfast was delicious no doubt. But, despite the vibe and the expense, just like Wetherspoons, they still plonk a fat tomato and sweaty mushroom on your Full English. That sweaty Portobello is the culinary equivalent of Jack Torrance from the aforementioned Stephen King novel.