Double Bubble

The Double Bubble is an old skool Greasy Spoon!
If you like bacon, eggs, sausages etc. you will be a fan.
If you like healthy eating then please give it a miss.
The staff are happy and cheerful.
The décor is somewhat dirty, greasy and dated, but thats what you expect form a greasy spoon.
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Eaten breakfast here many times, good value food and friendly service. Only had a slightly disappointing meal there once. Well worth checking out if you are in Earlsfield.

A classic greasy spoon type café a minute’s walk from Earlsfied station. Rough and a bit grubby, décor-​wise, with plenty of Sun newspapers lying on tables. The blackboard listed several delicacies that I have not tried before, including Siorlian steak, Spaghetti Bolongs and omlet.
A mixed crowd of happy punters there on the Saturday morning that I visited. I was extremely content as I sat with three of my favourite things: strong tea from a big pot behind the counter, a fry-​up and my Saturday morning food porn (‘Saturday Kitchen’ was playing quietly on the tv in the corner).
I liked the fact that as well as the usual menu, the menu had each fry-​up item listed with it’s price. Allowed me to mix and match within my budget. Service was fast and cheerful.
This place is named after it’s bubble & squeak, and a 2007 Evening Standard review on the wall attests to its speciality’s fame and brilliance. I ordered some and was at first disappointed. Cheap watery potatoes, the strands of cabbage are a bit weird at breakfast and it wasn’t seasoned. But as I tucked into my grub I started to get it. The bubble & squeak was comfort food of the highest order. It smooshes into egg, beans and greasy mushrooms a treat, and feels homey, nourishing, plain and old fashioned. My trembling, smooth poached egg was so delicate and perfectly round that it looked positively indecent, and I got to wondering why poached eggs never appear in Elizabethan sonnets.
This place is a good example of an old-​fashioned British workman’s café, but it doesn’t push any boundaries, hence my not giving it the full mark. Also, it will take a second visit to see if I was a bit carried away by feel of the place. I mean, the unseasoned fried mash & cabbage might only be good if while eating, like me, you consciously evoke and wallow happily in imagined wartime nostalgia, picture a poor Victorian family tucking into some when their dad got home from the mines, etc. Without that, it might, *might* just be some weird mash & cabbage on an otherwise normal plate of breakfast.
And I would have appreciated proper HP brand sauce.