I'M AFRAID SOMEONE'S JUST EMAILED TO TELL ME THIS PLACE HAS CLOSED. BIG SHAME.
Great Scott, this is a magnificent place. Just when I thought I'd seen all the best places on my usual routes I looked in here, which I must have walked past a dozen times this year, and it's brilliant.
It's sort of like a capsule EBCB, a bonsai EBCB. Not the biggest ever but perfect in many regards. Look at those chips to start with, they run the gamut of shapes and sizes, from gorgeous big fattypuffs to shrapnelly thinfers. The bacon is pink like joy and the beans and egg act like sea and shore at the beach, each contrasting with the other to make a perfectly relaxing environ.
It's possible that I've run out of ways to describe egg, bacon, chips and beans.
Suffice to say, this place does a great fry-up.
And all the anciliary joys are in good order. Magnificent condiments. Proud and Victorian.
A great cuppa. My fault for that dribble into the saucer.
And the interior is just lovely. Deep, aged, loved colours and textures. Booths, benches and browns with tiny little additions that grab the eye.
Just everything really.
This place is magnificent. Go here.