I've always thought that being early is a bit like being lucky. If you're early good things happen. And if you're early for a train at Euston you can wander up the Eversholt Road and pop into the Double Six cafe. And that's a good thing to do, because this is a little gem of a traditional greasy-spoon. You always seem to find them near stations.
I love those chips. They almost seem like salmon leaping over some rocks to dive into the beans. While nearby lies a limpid pool of egg. And a sylvan glade carpeted in bacon.
I think this is my favourite condiment picture ever. It's almost art. The colours. The composition. The mustard. Prints of this are available at Tate Modern.
I like a nice stripey cup of tea. Especially when it contrasts nicely with the table.
This bloke's wearing a splendid 'shop local' t-shirt. I wonder if I could get an 'eat local' one. But then I don't. I eat all over the place. But wherever I am, I eat local.
Plain. Simple. Honest. Good.
And it's always nice to have a telly on in a cafe. Just in case the banter dries up. As you can see we were having a right laugh in here.