Café Booze
Not greatly advertised, but a definite fave for the Sunday strollers, this is the quintessential English café, complete with a grumpy waitress and screaming kid (belonging to said grumpy waitress). But we're there because they serve the best greasy fry up we've ever found inside the M25, and believe us, we've had a few. Its cute chequered tablecloths and massive mugs of steaming tea, plus sought-after garden space in the summer make the perfect stop for curing your aching body of the night before.

