Ah, this is a tremendous place. Aberporth is a lovely little beach town and this cafe is perched above the bay, next to a handy car park. It's the perfect place to retire to after some mucking about on the beach or in the sea.
The ebcb is bloody delicious. And arranged on the plate with some Joe Colombo flair. Look at the way the verticals of the chips intersect with the dottiness of the dots on the plate and take that same circular energy into the twin ovoid forms of beans and egg. And...actually, I can't do any more stupid designer talk. Those chips are just too delicious-looking. I'm getting hungry just looking at them now. Fat, crisp, delicious. And though that bacon looks a little pale in this picture it was actually very tasty. This is splendid grub. Really well done. I don't surf. I barely paddle. But I can imagine this sort of calorific input would be the perfect response to a long morning's wave-riding.
Simple, classic condiments. Sauces reduced to their essence. Brown...
...and red. This isn't ketchup. This is purer. This is Red. (And a rare example that retains it's plastic cappy bit.)
Piping hot tea. I think the British seaside would be completely unbearable without ready access to piping hot tea.
We didn't really go inside. Only to order. Because the prospect of a table outside was too alluring. Sitting out under a big Welsh sky is the perfect way to eat. You can't quite see down to the beach from the cafe. The beach is implied.
But if you just nip over the road you can see what awaits you. The slacker parents among us might consider this close enough for 'keeping an eye on' children.
Next door there's a magnificent beach shop.
And, just on the front, a fantastic flag flapping in the balmy Welsh breezes. A great place this cafe, you should get yourself there.