Cheap food: check.
Alcohol: check.
Magical angel servers who somehow keep on top of everything even when the place is packed wall-to-wall: check.
Get the Eggs Benedict, some freshly-squeezed OJ, and watch as your hangover magically drifts off into space like a nightmare you forget as soon as you wake up.
If you're feeling particularly peckish (and maybe a little masochistic), get the Reuben. You're lucky to finish the whole thing without at least once leaning back into your chair, groaning, and rubbing your tummy in the hopes of somehow genie-ing more room for this monster of a sandwich. Oh and it's delicious, so. There's that.
Listen guys, you get what you pay for at most places. At Paddington's, they give you more. Sure, it's a greasy spoon, but since when is that a bad thing?
Just trust me.