We used to have one every Sunday morning after we'd taken the kids swimming, but now it's a rare dinner. I do really enjoy it but feel as guilty as hell after eating it.
I had one only today. I do so rarely, but I was visiting the Great Metrollops on business, and didn’t want a stodgy, starchy lunch, and this place near Clapham Common tube was still doing breakfasts at 1.p.m. Fresh-squeezed orange juice, too. Coffee strong enough to take the enamel off the teeth. Quite a treat, but seldom to be repeated.