This place is perfect. Slightly off the Llandudno main drag it was fairly quiet in December. I hope it's packed in the summer. It's completely fantastic.
As regular readers may know I'm normally a tea man. But this place demanded a frothy coffee - one which was clearly made by Tommy Steele in 1957 and transported here by time-machine.
Someone ate all the pies.
Fantastic formica. Lovely cabinets. Minimal, but sufficient, confectionary selection.
Deeply ancient and patinaed booths. Like the timbers of a well-loved yacht or the seats on an elderly ferry.
And Horlicks. Not cheap though is it? Is Horlicks normally a luxury like Hot Chocolate? I don't know much of the way of the Horlicker.
One of the things I love about cafes is the informal signage. And the way that cafe owners can just decide their own rules. This is a perfectly sensible rule. And magnificent hand-writing.
Again, nothing to argue with here. Though if persons did bring their own food could they still sit in there, despite not getting served? I think we should be told.
I have to quibble with this. I know why push-chairs cause trouble but I can think of nothing better for young parents who've just got little Ikea off to sleep than popping in here for a tea and a tunnocks.
This is the piece de resistance though. A brilliant sign. Look at that type. I love these people.
Go to Llandudno. Give these people your custom. Keep them going.(a point of explanation on the comments below. I originally had this place listed as in Aberystwyth. Which it isn't. Sorry about that. Richard kindly pointed that out. And I disagree with Tony. There's some lovely people in Aberystwyth. And a lovely chip shop.)