Like many food trends, the bottomless brunch was born in Manhattan. It has since migrated across the Atlantic, and a growing number of restaurants are now offering a bottomless brunch in London with as many cocktails or glasses of bubbly that you like. These are three of the best that London has to offer, each with its own take on the concept.
Bourne & Hollingsworth Buildings
Visiting Bourne & Hollingsworth Buildings is like spending the day in a verdant country house, surrounded by friends, tucking into fresh eggs, and sipping Bellinis—all without leaving Zone 1. You meet the gang at Farringdon station, and it’s a short walk to the restaurant, which blends the faded majesty of a stately home with the leafiness of a colonial tea plantation. You settle down onto the elegant wrought iron benches and dive straight into the menu, ordering the crispy potato hash with a poached hen’s egg, salt beef, and shallots. As you tuck in, you’re impressed by all the different textures and flavours. The hardest decision you have to make is whether to go for the bottomless Bloody Mary or the seasonal Bellini, but the fresh fruit purée of the latter tips the balance.
Flesh & Buns
If you and your besties are still buzzing from a night out and don’t want the party to end, get yourselves down to Flesh & Buns in Covent Garden for an Asian-style brunch. Step inside the restaurant’s dark interior and you could still be in a club—there’s rock music blasting out and little sign of daylight. You take up your stools at the long wooden dining table and greet the welcome cocktails (Bloody Marys and Raspberry e-Mules) with a cheer. There’s not an egg or bacon rasher in sight as you and your friends are inundated with delicate sushi rolls and crispy Korean fried chicken. Best of all are the signature Flesh & Buns DIY steam buns that you stuff with meat, marinade, and pickled vegetables. It’s okay to have five each, right? That’s what bottomless brunch in London is all about.
Fancy some entertainment with your brunch? Look no further than Bunga Bunga, West London’s Englishman’s Italian. This is no rustic pizzeria. It’s an impressively gaudy restaurant adorned with Italian magazine covers, amusing adverts, and vintage scooters hanging from the ceiling. You tell your friends not to be put off though, as the food is anything but tacky. The waiters, dressed in aprons that show a genuine appreciation of the human form, bring you homemade bread, jam, and fresh fruit salad, as well as DIY Bellini kits and unlimited sparkling wine. Next come the plates of cured meat, which are more than enough to keep the gang happy. But wait, suddenly the lights are dimmed and a colourfully dressed diva emerges from the kitchen singing covers of power ballads. Before you can say “Mamma Mia!” the breakfast-based pizzas arrive, followed by homemade gelati. Brunch has never been so much fun.