Broken Eggs

Slicing into the gooey, oozing slice of jamón tortilla at Broken Eggs, a Spanish spot in Fitzrovia, is the most chic we’ve ever felt eating eggs. The whole restaurant is like a Kinfolk shoot come to life. Walls have deliberately unfinished plaster brushstrokes and are the colour of sun-bleached straw. Net baskets dangle from wooden hooks with the carefully orchestrated un-doneness of an interior design store. Come during the day for excellent tortillas filled with smoky meat, grilled courgettes, and soft, buttery potatoes. In the evenings, larger groups file in and sit on intentionally mismatched wooden chairs. It’s not a rowdy spot, save for the odd ripple of laughter that rises about the chatter. It’s all very civilised and calm. Tables fill up with glasses of fruity sangria and simple but elegant dishes: cheesy croquetas and pan con tomate topped with fresh, juicy tomatoes. It's a go-to spot when you're craving some Spanish sunshine.

photo credit: Broken Eggs

photo credit: Broken Eggs