I was asked to have breakfast not in the Wolseley, but in the Regency Café in Regency Street, close to Vincent Square where I used to umpire cricket matches. It’s an astonishingly authentic greasy spoon, founded in 1946, with a waitress who barks out the orders in a voice of such startling gruffness that we couldn’t stay for long:-
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The best Greasy Spoon breakfast in Central London!
You should hear her husband!!
A regular haunt on Fridays for my colleagues and I when I worked at Tate 0ver 15 years ago – one could get half portions. too. Never encouraged to linger with all the shouting going on!