This Wes Anderson-style bar in Kings Cross, complete with giant origami swans and retro furniture, is all kinds of kitsch. Hosting a crazy roster of craft events and dance classes throughout the week – bop along to Britney’s Baby One More Time dance class or bring sexy back with their Justin Timberlake biscuit-decorating bonanza – at the weekend things are decidedly more laid-back. Come for brunch and stock up on endless bagels, board games and bellinis.

This Stoke Newington Italian offers classic brunch options alongside hearty seasonal dishes such as braised British veal shin with violet polenta or creamy burrata, tender gnudi and richly flavoured ragu; this is food to linger over. With an uncomplicated, all-Italian wine list; cocktails made with home-infused spirits; and freshly ground Italian coffee, there are plenty of reasons to stay a little longer. Vintage interiors create a welcoming atmosphere and friendly staff reinforce Wolf’s family-focus.

Taking its name from the Norwegian “dokke” meaning “to dock,” Neil Wager’s first restaurant successfully anchors him in London’s brunch scene. Based at St Katherine’s Dock, bag a seat on the waterside terrace before assessing the innovative menu. While flavours span southeast Asia, Africa, the Americas and Europe, produce is locally sourced from Borough, Billingsgate and Smithfield markets.

This cheeky joint serves up unlimited espresso martinis, bucks fizz and a three-course meal to boot. The trouser-busting menu features burrata, truffle linguine and meatballs, homemade chocolate brownie and ice cream. MC’d by the Ginger Flappage, expect an afternoon of comedy and gloriously childish games including the “Wheel of Certain Misfortune”. Misbehavers will be publicly shamed in the stocks.

With grubby school desks, a well-worn couch and Damien Hirst artwork dotting the walls, Ask for Janice’s laid-back atmosphere is distinctively East London. Choose three dishes from their brunch menu accompanied by bottomless bloody marys and bucks fizz and nab a spot by the bar (though the sofa provides welcome refuge for those in need of post-Saturday night support).

Bust out your bell-bottoms and get down to Bobby Fitzpatrick’s ASAP. This novelty, 1970s themed bar, where the emphasis is on fun rather than the food, serves up retro cocktails while Blondie blares in the background. Order the full English breakfast (presented on a pizza!) and scan the bottomless booze menu for wine spritzers, banana slush daiquiris and party punch.

For sophisticated slurping head to the ground floor of the Mondrian hotel. Enjoy bank-side views while indulging in breakfast classics with a trans-Atlantic twist – the corned beef hash with wild garlic and chorizo or the calorific Brooklyn Sandwich made of golden waffles, maple syrup and vanilla ice cream are both winners. But the real star is the Grey Goose bloody mary station where you can juice your own tomatoes, pick your garnish and sprinkle some spice to tailor-make your tipple.

This Nordic-French fusion restaurant and deli hosts a bottomless brunch where the prosecco flows with eye-watering speed. Refilling glasses aside, the menu strikes a balance between breakfast items and more substantial dishes. Swap your usual avocado toast for their Dorset white-crab sourdough, while the Baltic fish pie is a welcome alternative to eggs benedict. With its rose gold and copper finishes, white-marble tops, floor-to-ceiling windows and live DJ, this one’s hard to resist – much like their cinnamon buns.

If your brunch vibes are more party than poached egg then prepare to get balls deep in the ultimate adult playground – Ballie Ballerson ball pit. From the drinks menu, taste a new kind of rainbow with the ‘skittles sour’ (gin and southern comfort) followed by the ‘bubblegum refresher’ (mixed with party-starting tequila) and end with the ‘pink shrimp daiquiri.’ Nostalgic sweets are also given a big-kid boozy revival ensuring nothing and nothing is taken too seriously. With unlimited fizz, unlimited pizza and three different ball pits, this one is not for the fainthearted.