This one was awful. Firstly an apology to John Risky who was good enough to have me over to stay after an excellent night at his house in Streatham ('St Reatham' for anyone from North London), and then good enough to suggest the local Cafe Tipaza the morning after. However it was dreadful. A man of normally impeccable taste, I can only imagine that he is experiencing some kind of 'Stockholm Syndrome' in wanting to return.
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The Breakfast:
When inside we decided to have the Full English which was reasonably priced at about £5.50. We were alone apart from an old man drinking coffee and the proprietor. The interior was like a Turkish restaurant with tiled floor and metal chairs. It was frankly devoid of charm with the predominant activity being the proprietor watching The BBC's "Saturday Kitchen" on a huge television near where we were sitting. However appropriate the programming, it was so loud it made conversation difficult and we had to risk annoyance and ask it to be turned down which he did.
John receiving a culinary kick in the crotch. |
The tomato less so; it seemed to have been just cut in half and laid on. The real crime was the egg. Enough to make Edwina Curry soil herself, it was only half cooked. Like a white paddling pool the mushrooms were having a great time in there but honestly it was a dangerous. Shame.
The beans were good! Obviously OK quality. The toast was OK but was also a bit in the egg so most of the meal had to be left. A real rarity.
Awful.
He even had the cheek to ask us how it was on the way out. Not knowing where to start I said OK and went out into the Streatham drizzle.
2/10
Needless to say I was a Full English (but I was only full of annoyance)
Haha, one to avoid! The beans look good, though!
ReplyDeleteI'd say you can consider that some sort of breakfast karma as a result of the length of time its been since your last fry up. Please try harder.
ReplyDeleteI have just been there hoping to get lunch but there wasn't much choice and all the fillings in the cabinet were crusty. There was a funny smell. Had a reasonable latte and a lovely almond cake in the end because I was too embarrassed to leave!
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