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Antonio's Cafe, 14-17 Piccadilly South, Manchester, M1

Antonio's is right next to Piccadilly Station in Manchester, so if you start your day with a big fry-up at the Double Six you could hop on the train and have lunch here. Or vice versa.

You cannot beat a fry-up like this. I like way the chips are scattered as though they've been dropped from a plane. The bacon has a splendid industrial quality and the egg is nicely mottled, as though with age. And I like those dark and gorgeous beans.

Excellent condiments, reaching for the sky. The sauce colours are for indication only. You wouldn't eat ketchup if it was that red. But you know which one the ketchup is in.

A high density of high visibility vests is always a good sign. These  men know a good cafe.

Fantastic signage at Antonio's. Slightly non-traditional spelling to upset the purists but I think it's a sign of character. Maybe all the asterisks are there to offset the spelling.

Toasted dishes. I want Toasted Dishes.

Woodhead's Cafe, Simpson Street, Blackpool

There must be a ton of great cafes in Blackpool, but we weren't there for long and we had to plump for one. And I think we got very lucky, because Woodhead's is a fantastic place.

The ebcb is splendid. It had a marvelous efficient crispiness. Crispy bacon, crispy eggs, bitey, crunchy chips. Beans, not really crispy, obviously, crispy beans would be weird, but delicious.

It's a big place. Dead busy when we were there. It's right next to the Pleasure Beach, which had just closed, so they're obviously busy a lot and they'd developed an efficient friendliness which worked very well. I guess in a location like that you have to get good quick.

Big. Value. Meal. The three most beautiful words in the English language.

They've picked a colour and they're sticking with it. Admirable focus and consistency.

Simple chip-shop condiments. Your sauce comes in sachets. That'll do me.

And a handy outdoor bit for take-aways. What a brilliant place. Must go back to Blackpool.

Abergeldie Cafe, Shudehill, Manchester, M4

Finally I break my NorthWest duck. The Abergeldie is a fantastic place in Central Manchester. Huge portions. Great interior. What an atmosphere.

Look at that huge amount of stuff on there. I love it when an ebcb causes this kind of pile-up. They don't diminish the portions to create elegance on the plate, they just mound it all on there. Genius. Lovely chips. All sorts of sizes and textures which makes chip eating a voyage of discovery. Lots of pinkylovely bacon. And that egg is genius. Like a lunar crater.

NASA should be sending some sort of rover in there. What would they find?

Very nice condiment selection. Very elongated. Lots of verticals.

Medieval and red. What a brilliant combination. This is what Henry VII's bedroom would have been like if he'd be a Man U supporter.

Morning to you.

If it's alright with Terry Wogan it's alright with me. (Or is that just the toasted sandwiches).

Surely that's everything. What could the 'etc' be?