A Reform Club Breakfast

Phileas Fogg’s adventures begin on the morning of 2 October 1872 at his home in London’s Savile Row. Punctual, impeccably dressed, he sets out for a spot of breakfast at the nearby Reform Club — a short walk that he knows (having counted the metronomic click of his shoe-heels along the same Pall Mall pavement twice a day, every day, for many years) to be precisely 575 steps with the right foot, and 576 steps with the left.

On his arrival at the club, Fogg assumes his usual seat at his usual table — the one with the view on to the club’s courtyard garden — and awaits the three courses that constitute the meal he eats each morning and each evening for the entire season.