On August 22nd 2005 (at 2.26pm, to be precise), on a Soho side road called D’Arblay Street, a small yellow caf appeared.

It was a time before Twitter and before iPhones, but just after MiniDiscs (so not that long ago). Food was different back then. No avo toast or flat whites, and oat milk sounded like something you put on your porridge.

It was our little oasis in the heart of Soho. Despite standing out like a yellow sore thumb, nobody really noticed us.

But then you did. Oh, what a relief. Over 20 years later, we’re still here. Still independent. Still yellow.

The Breakfast Club is the product of over 40 years of friendship. Me (Jonathan) and my best friend Ali have known each other since we were kids growing up in a small Yorkshire village. We made our homes, had our families and started our little caf in the greatest city on earth. London.

The plan — well, kind of plan — was simple. Home-cooked food in a place we’d want to take our friends. A place where everybody knows your name. Somewhere that was about more than the food and drink you put in your belly. It was about the way the place made you feel.

Which is a very long-winded way of telling you what matters to us.

We’re very proud to be an independent, family-owned business. We’re proper proud of our Yorkshire roots. And we’re very proud of the cities we now call home — London, Brighton and Oxford.

Twenty years on, we’re still trying to make the kind of places we’d want to take our friends.

Thanks for being one of them.