Wild Thyme

I live close by and was surprised that I never visited this place once. We went here for brunch one day and it was pretty full. We were also 5 people, so had to wait for 10 minutes but the servers were very polite. Food-wise it was alright. My friends liked the English breakfast and the French toast. My shakshuka was not how I’d have expected, very different. Just not my taste. Overall a good place.

Fantastic cafe for breakfast! It's a small place with a cute, homely vibe. The service is top notch and the staff are really friendly. The vegetarian breakfast is one definitely worth a try. The halloumi is cooked perfectly with what I think was hone, which cuts away from the usual salty taste and complimented the other items on the dish well. The beans had a hint of spice, which was a nice touch, and the scrambled eggs are definitely one of the best I've had! I also had a chai latte, which was really nice. All in all, this place is faultless.

One of the best English breakfasts that I have ever had. Absolutely delicious beans, nice crispy bacon, and sourdough bread. Get the egg however you want and go to town. We were also very surprised that we got to swap items on the plate with an equivalent item from the menu. Unexpected and a super nice thing to do!

My wife and I decided to tick trying a Sweet French Toast off the list, which had been pending for a long time, and we headed for Wild Thyme London, based on the reviews, and we're so glad we did! Cosy, charming place, lovely food and good coffee, and attentive service too! The toast was indeed delicious and a great first time ever: tasty, fresh, distinguishable flavours and a perfect size for the two of us. Also, the staff was engaging and caring! We'll definitely come back a enjoy another great breakfast and also spread the word around! Cristian

Please allow me tell you a story. A tale about innocence, youth and fleeting expectations; enthralled in a fascinating outcome. “Shall I compare thee to a summers day” Once on a fine summers day, a close knit group of friends, flustered by a beady eyed sense of wonder strong enough to sprout gently through their layer of jade that formed in their short sighted yet beautifully present misadventures the night prior. Flittering in a sense of joy and yet worry encompassed by the thoughts they absorbed from patrons prior, the gang of three approach their destination. A Mecca for eggs and hollandaise. A paradise for the single mother who wishes nothing but time for her mind to rest. The irony of the group, despite at the heart of their youth, feeling the slumber of a mother with a generational advance. In sight lies the chamber of breakfast. On arrival the group are greeted by a maiden cast with hair reminiscent of barley grown mature in the fields of the downs, clearly showing their experience out in the elements day and night. Initially underwhelmed by the harsh reality that begins to sink in feeling the rupture of their conceptions in relation to their expectations. The friends being to ponder their outlook on the experience of departing their homes to experience the wonder of externally prepared breakfast foods. Flirtatious but chivalrous, Firm but playful, The strong but gentle man who resumes their service. As the wave reaches its trough and begins its ascent to an unknown peak, the adventures of our tale begin to feel a trickle of euphoria from their deepest taps. A night a day a day in a night as time slows thick and patience runs thin the kind gentlemen tasked with handling their experience of the venue, arrives with their breakfast. Devoured with care and respect. Thoughts melt like warm yolk. The gang at ease. The food was pretty good.