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Not so much is open on a Saturday in Stamford Hill. Squeezed between the baby boomers of Stoke Newington and the knife wheeling yoot of the South Tottenham bad lands, it is, after all the epicentre of East London Hasidic life.

Luckily for us and our rumbling bellies Aran's Cafe is open for business every day of the week. Two minds working as one, we both opted for scrambled eggs on toast, with baked beans, hash browns and a mug of tea. It's not just the feast-sized portions that we love about Aran's, it's also the fantastic people watching. The Hasidim walking by in their Saturday best; the bus driver on a break; the Eastern European guy sampling the delight's of Aran's Jerk Chicken and the old-timer digging into a roast dinner, with enough lashings of extra salt to take ten years off his life.

Turns out, a massive cooked breakfast is excellent brain food, if that place had a WiFi connection I think we'd set up a studio in the corner.