Never quite sure whether to put an apostrophe in the post title with this kind of place. But since there's none in their sign I'm going to leave it out. It's their cafe after all. And this is a fantastic place. Amid the nicknackery shops of the metropolitan elite is this refuge of fabulous fried food and tabloid newspapers.
They cover all the meals. With pictures if you're not sure what each of them generally comprises.
High quality ebcb, nicely cooked and an extra dark brown dollop of sauce which looks slightly like a proto alien from Torchwood, something that's just an interstellar blob at the moment but which the special effects folk will soon transform into something sinister. The bacon will be its first innocent victim, pale, wan and unsuspecting. I imagine the chips will put up more resistance, there's quite a lot of them, and the beans'll be hard to defeat because they're so slippery. The egg will be its downfall though, the inner eggy core is well known to be kryptonite to blobby sauce monsters.
And when you think about it like that, these condiments seem quite sinister too.
Anyway, it's a great place. Big and light with colourful graphics and all the staff in logo'd t-shirts. Shows they care.
