Breakfast at The Wolseley

The Wolseley is the only other breakfast haunt of mine that still feels like it's for special occasions, mostly because you usually have to book in advance instead of strolling in, something which feels antithetical to the whole spirit of breakfast to me. Mostly I've only been there for my own birthday, with a scattering of other people's special occasions thrown in the mix. Almost every time I've been, I've eaten haggis. →