I've driven past this place countless times, but it's always just as you get out of the London/Croydon traffic and you feel like you're about to start motoring so it's a hard time to stop. But this time we stopped. And it was good.
Stopping instructions: 1. Look out for this sign.
2. Order this. 3. Die happy. This really is a large and high quality ebcb. This a proper cafe, workers and drivers come in here. They want feeding proper food. Nothing is drizzled on anything. Everything flat is a slab, everything liquid is in a bucket, everything else is a pile. Marvelous. Look at those chips! Huge. Crunchy. Soft. Delicious.
And the condiments are comensurately huge. (Is that a word?) You could strap a command module on that sauce bottle and fly it to the moon.
The two canonical menu-types. The lettery-pin-board thing and the day-glo stars. I want all of these things. And look - kippers! You don't see kippers often enough. I'd have had those if this blog had been called kippers.com. Perhaps it should be.
Someone's not going to manage his chips. No pudding for him then.
You could sit here all day, if there wasn't a job of work to be done. Brilliant place.
