The other Russell took some pictures of Raffles for my book, but I'd never been there myself. I must admit I'd built an elaborate fantasy Raffles in my head, based on a nice looking fry-up and the green-checked table cloths, and it wasn't quite up to the standards of my imagination, but it was very nice.
Very pleasant bacon, and a generous portion, which conceals the yolk of the egg, like the sun on a cloudy day. The eggs had a scattered quality, like the timbers of a building after a hurricane. The beans are like, well, beans. But good beans. This is an excellent ebcb, and good value.
You see how the table-cloths sets it off nicely. There's probably something in colour theory that explains it all.
Great colours here too. The browns and whites of the salt and pepper echoed by the sugar and the brown sauce. Clean and simple.
Very respectable cup of tea and the often seen, tightly-wrapped knife and fork, which always reminds me of a mummy or disturbing chinese foot-binding practises.
It's a busy place, a blur of motion.
And I always like that slightly medieval feel to the lettering and quaint roof to the sign.
There's a platial map here.