With Sunday, an all-day cafe in Islington, the clue is in the name. It’s the place to go for excellent, fluffy brioche french toast when you can’t be bothered to cook, wash away any apprehension about the impending week with smooth, frothy lattes, and have one last sleepy hurrah courtesy of a moreish courgette fritter before Monday hits. We’ve been solo and nursed a plate of scrambled eggs and split a half portion of pancakes with a friend—just choose someone you can trust to share. It’s always a good time and the food doesn’t disappoint. Know if you come on the weekend, you will queue. Locals and the bleary-eyed line up in search of tasty food and the smug satisfaction that comes from knowing great weeks start with Sunday.