Vingt-Quatre

«Always do sober what you said you’d do drunk. That will teach you to keep your mouth shut.» Hemingway’s famous words written on the wall beside the bar.
This place has great potential, especially being one of the very few non-​seedy and creepy places open ²⁴⁄₇ (great name) in the Soho-​ish area. It’s a great place to work overnight, they have wifi and decaf black tea (which is often hard to find), but the food is disappointing, especially for the price points. It has been served to me a few times lukewarm to cold. The spinach and veggies were loaded with sand (making me wonder if they washed them prior to cooking), the porridge dull and flat, and the service slow and inattentive. Think low quality diner food set in a chic venue space.
Every receipt has a 20% off on your next visit coupon if you visit within the next 5 days… a little generous, but understandable given they probably really want people to come back to the location tucked in a tight alleyway off the main drag street. Perhaps their other location boasts a little better service and quality of food.

We were quite happy with our breakfast, served as it was mid-​afternoon. Service was excellent, and our plates were spotless when we were done inhaling our food.
But here’s the best part: Coffees have a free refill! And my cappuccino was outstanding, so two for the price of one was hard to beat.

Vingt Quatre, ahh French for 24!?! Duh, right. Well it is rather late as I write this. I don’t know why in French, but they are open for an astonishing 24 hours!
It’s ever-​so corporate-​does-​letting-​their-​hair-​down, but not too shabby a place to get a club sandwich and a White Russian if you’re that way inclined at 4.45 in the morning.
It’s a little like an IHOP at 4 in the morning, with booze and less mullets. If this takes off, there’s one in Fulham, too now. I recon they’ll be looking to take over all of the atrocious Angus Steak House sites, somethings got to, well it does now we’re getting the #tube #24hours round the clock at long last!
I won’t judge the staff on how many times I saw them yawn or check phones in their pockets, or look entirely vacant of any human functioning at nearly 3 in the morning, the poor sods may have been doing double shifts. Well, if we are to insist on a 24 hour living city, we should expect those that enable us to live like this, like the humble serve staff, to do so without being so alive.