London's best greasy spoon cafés

A fixture of the Westminster/Pimlico borderlands since 1946, this classic greasy spoon does a roaring trade behind its black-tiled art deco exterior. Customers sit at Formica-topped tables, watched over by photos of muscular boxers and Spurs stars of yore, whose images hang on the beautiful tiled walls. Omelettes, salads, things with chips, every conceivable cooked breakfast and mugs of tannin-rich tea are the mainstays, but also check out the fishcakes, pasta, burgers and stodge-tastic homemade steak pie. Still hungry? The improbably gigantic bread-and-butter pud should see you right for the rest of the day.

Launched back in 1900, this Grade II-listed caff is an East End classic that once counted the Kray twins among its regulars. Chrome-lined Vitrolite panels line the frontage, while the opulent art deco interior harks back to the time when café culture was king in the capital – note the photos of famous faces on the walls. They do pretty decent grub, too: their huge fry-ups are first rate, and it’s also worth taking a punt on their fish and chips, grills, Italian specials and homemade desserts – anything from bread pudding to Portuguese pasteis de nata. But ultimately, it’s the welcoming vibe that makes the place so special.

No, not that River Café... This particular venue, opposite the entrance to Putney Bridge tube station, is a fine example of an old-fashioned British greasy spoon. The breakfast menu is built around a generously portioned mix-and-match full English, while lunch is anchored by hearty British classics – roast chicken, lamb chops, liver and bacon, bangers and mash, all at knockdown prices. If you still have room, apple pie and some tasty Italian puds await. What sells the place for us, however, is the feeling of being in a living museum dedicated to the 1960s – think gleaming blue-and-white tiling, seascape murals, plywood panelling and Formica tabletops.

The only caff in London with its own brand of tea, Terry’s was founded in 1982 by, er, Terry, who originally plied his trade as a butcher in Smithfield Market. Inside, it’s wall-to-wall nostalgia with black-and-white photos galore, old sugar shakers on the check-clothed tables and wartime music coming out of crackly speakers. Brilliant breakfast-fry-ups and sarnies do the business for local workers, and there’s an honest all-day ‘bistro’ menu too – think bangers and mash, burgers, steak and kidney pud etc. Terry’s is also a diamond if you fancy ‘tea for two’.

A new-gen greasy spoon that serves simple yet effective set menus, bacon sarnies, chip butties and piping hot mugs of tea. One of the youngest caffs on our list – it only opened in 2020 – it's still extremely popular. Queues on weekends are regular, and you'll find people hanging around before its doors swing open at 10am. Check Norman's own listings for their special late night and Friday evening events, where the tea is replaced by Negronis. 

The name and the vintage frontage might suggest a deliberately stylised hipster café, but this Tulse Hill hangout is the real thing – a genuine greasy spoon that has been plying its trade for more than a century. The Electric’s long serving Greek-Cypriot owners have lovingly preserved the interior as a 1940s time-warp – all lace curtains, pastel-hued wooden walls and chequered tiling. Drop by midweek and you’ll get a free mug of tea or coffee with your breakfast fry-up, but the kitchen also rustles up roast lunches and old-fashioned nursery puds – not forgetting turkey dinners come Christmas time. At weekends, local families and hungover hipsters crowd the place. 

Italian-owned Mario’s relies on locals’ enduring appetite for cut-above breakfasts – from poached eggs and prosciutto on ciabatta to the full English (including extras such as bubble ‘n’ squeak and black pudding). But don’t discount the line-up of decent, unfussy Italian mains, from Sicilian arancini to spag bol, goat’s cheese salad or chicken escalope with penne napoli. Mario’s is also known for its ever-changing displays of local artwork. It's so good there's even a song about it. ‘Rainy café, Kentish Town, Tuesday. Barry’s looking through the Racing Post, orders coffee, another round of toast.’ So runs the 1993 track by Saint Etienne, written in honour of this tiny café.

TV presenter Jon Snow loves Andrew’s fried eggs. As do fellow news dudes Krishnan Guru-Murthy and Tom Bradby, all of whom signed a petition to prevent developers shutting down this classic caff. Inside, it’s all battered chairs, wipe-down tables and photos of Routemaster buses, with a vast blackboard menu above the counter. Local cabbies and electricians rub shoulders with familiar faces from the nearby ITN building, who are here for the stupendous breakfast fry-ups (including top-notch fried slice), plus burgers, omelettes, sarnies and a host of proper home-cooked lunch dishes – roasts, shepherd’s pie, liver and bacon, stewed steak with veg, chicken kiev and so on. 

Our second-favourite thing about Marie’s is the retro green-painted shopfront, which has somehow remained unchanged for decades. Our favourite thing, though, is the fact that jungle curries and pad thai are as popular as plates of fried eggs and chips at this tiny caff near Waterloo station. By day, the Formica-heavy interior functions as a full-on greasy spoon serving gut-busting fry-ups; by night, it’s a Thai restaurant packed with nattering cabbies and spice-loving locals scoffing authentic food at bargain-basement prices – think chicken satay, som tum salad, stir-fries, noodles and banana fritters. BYOB (£1 corkage).