It's been 7 years since I've been to London, and I don't think my last trip even included a trip to the Muffin Man. Last I remembered of this place, there was scafolding cluttering the area. Fond memories flooded me as I walked inside. I was starving and didn't eat breakfast so I had ordered scrambled eggs and a sausage. It was pretty good. Nearby there were various informal business meetings that I had the pleasure or displeasure of overhearing - yes I'm still not quite sure how I felt about that. Since I had nobody with me, everyone else's conversations were magnified. I was slightly disappointed at the almost burnt scones but the devon cream made up for it. I could eat tub-fulls of devon cream as gross as that may sound. After lingering around for over an hour and realizing that you don't get a bill, (you have to "pay at the till") I left full and satisfied knowing that I had at least had proper tea and scones. (I already had the full "English Breakfast" minus the blood pudding). As for tea in the morning, I bought black tea from Morrisons (the local supermarket) and amusingly it is exactly in every shape and form the typical cup of tea someone would offer to you at their house. Dark, slightly foamy with that distinct taste. I will make sure to bring it home so I can every now and then have a taste of England!