Finding The Islander was like coming home. This is what I remember the East Midlands being like. This is the sort of place Shane Meadows would use as a setting and tug at your heart strings and make you laugh. Fantastic place.
A strong, stirring, no-nonsense cup of tea. If this doesn't cheer you up you're Morrissey.
What a brilliant sign. What else do you need to know?
I took these pictures ages ago, May 2007, pre-smoking ban. I wonder how they're coping now? The Islander was a place that didn't mind a proper smoker. It was part of the atmosphere.
You can probably see the enormous ashtrays on the tables, smoking wasn't just part of the atmos, it was part of the furniture.
Fantastic utilitarian furniture. This isn't about nostalgic design, this is a working cafe. It's about decent grub, reasonable prices and being able to take your time over a cuppa. Brilliant.