Franks must be part of a little chain. There's an identical Franks on Goodge Street. And the Eastern European's running the place have that vaguely resentful air of employee's, not owners. Somehow doesn't seem like a franchise thing. I wonder if there are anymore anywhere.
I love the bleakness of some cafes on a wet afternoon. They're getting ready to close. Even if it's not for another four hours. They're wiping everything with cloths. Everything's getting squared up. Waitresses put on their coats and head for the tube and the godawful journey home. Salutations are exchanged in some inpenitrable language. The few other customers also don't have a good reason to be there.
where do these pictures come from? and does anyone ever look at them?
good condiment cluster. sadly boring menu. i wonder why people don't take more advantage of their menus. take the chance to tell some little story about the place.
a branded 'franks' cup. another sign that this is a chain. nice cup of tea. but not cheap at 80p