The EBCB is fantasic, doubly so on a cold Saturday morning when you've just surveyed the mess that's been made of the bus station. That egg has a look of Zaha Hadid, you could imagine a fabulously bestowed sports complex or arts centre with those proportions. The chips are big but not fat, solid but not without flamboyance, they are the Andy Carroll of chips. The beans and the bacon balance each other perfectly, happy to serve as backdrops for the other two elements, quiet, unfussy, simply present.
Textbook condiment selection and menu rest, the sauce comes in sachets, controversial for some, fair enough for me.
It's big and bountiful inside, bright and energetic. It was packed just a bit earlier but they coped happily with the crowds, swift and efficient.
And if you're lucky you can sit by the window, watch the passers by.
Nice big cup of tea too.