When we visited this fantastic place we assumed it was just called 'cafe'. Which I liked. But then I found it on transport cafe and it seems to be called The Rhos Transport Cafe, which has a similar utilitarian feel.
This is the best fry-up I've had in a long time. Absolutely magnificent. Look at those chips, they look like dragons teeth, and that bacon looks like it's been torn from the pig by the Pontypool Front Row. The egg is a limpid pool of lovely and the beans are dark and brooding, waiting to delight you once you've cleared the mountain of grub.
Simple, effective condiments. The minimum. Just what you need.
I love a good counter for queuing and a splendidly tall steam machine. Like the remnants of a Welsh space programme. And all those dragons on the top shelf, waiting to be much-loved souvenirs. Arthur's very attached to his.
And perhaps the best tea-towel display I've ever seen. Tea-towels, a much neglected aspect of our cultural heritage. I wonder if there's a tea towel blog?