I was right. I could spend a long time writing a poem about this sandwich, I could gush about how it made me feel like a child again, I could compare it to sex. But I won't, it would only make my love-life seem dull and sandwichless. Chicken, bacon, mayo, lettuce and tomato, these were the building blocks of this miraculous work. Commonplace, yes, but of such quality and in such abundance that the delicious, thick bread struggled to contain them, a feat made possible by large amounts of gooey, melted cheese. The side-salad was perfect, great if you want a bit of extra greenery in your sandwich, but not so much of it that you feel obligated to be healthy. It comes with three huge potato wedges and a side of homemade coleslaw. This is the kind of sandwich that leaves your friends wandering how someone like you, a fool who ordered a sandwich when everyone else was ordering a full English, ever managed to come out on top. With their plates still full they will discuss when they can next frequent The Breakfast Club so that they too may indulge in the miracle-sandwich that you, a true pioneer, will always have experienced first. Now stand. Stand and laugh. WHO'S THE FOOL NOW? You just won friend... you just won lunch-time.
The Breakfast Club is located at 31 Camden Passage, Islington, London. The Club Sandwich is £6.50 and it is very much worth it, wedges are optional but everyone will judge you and point if you don't get them.

