Without wanting to fall in to reverse snobbery, I'm usually a bit suspicious about greasy spoons/dive cafes located in areas that have gone through significant gentrification. The type of place Blur were always photographed in circa 1995.
The trouble with café breakfasts is that, as I have just proved yet again, I cook a full English better than any of these frauds could ever even dream of.
When I'm back in Wales, my favourite is Forte's at Barry Island, which has been used as a location in Dr Who and Torchwood. Some Flickr photos here
There's also the legendary Rabaiotti's in Penarth, although I'm saddened by the attitude of the current proprietor (well, his attitude of four years ago)... http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/wales/south_east/4227117.stm
There's a whole history of Italian caffs in South Wales, known as 'bracchis' (from the name of one particular family chain which became a generic term). http://www.bbc.co.uk/wales/walesonair/database/bracchis.shtml
This is my local fry-up house, and very good it is too:
Excellent fry-ups till 5pm, then it becomes a Turkish restaurant. It's not the cheapest breakfast caff, but it's not expensive either, the portions are very generous and their apple juice is freshly pressed and lovely.
If you want something full of carbs you should have black pudding, plenty of oats in there.
I can't remember the last place I went to that had Black Pudding as a default part of an all day breakfast. The place down the road on Acre Lane doesn't even have black pudding at all. I don't get that people will happily eat whatever gets put in a sausage but get squeemish at the though of something having a tiny bit of blood in it.
Bacon, 2 rashers, smoked
Sausages, one lorne, one link
Pudding, Black, 1
Haggis, sliced, 1
Eggs, 2, fried
Toast, white, buttered
Scone, Tattie, 2
Browns, Hash, 2
Sauce, Brown, loads of
Tea or coffee
Non-lethal ingredients such as mushrooms, tomatoes and beans can be added to taste.
Chips with breakfast are fantastic, but only in to be indulged in in extremis. After festivals, while waiting for your train home, for example. Or at 4 am at a transport cafe in the middle of an eleven hour journey. Like fried bread, sometimes it's good to damage yourself like that. It's cathartic. Not literally of course, you probably won't be able to shit for hours, but figurativley, yes, cathartic.
I had an excellent all-day veggie breakfast with Super Sharp Shooter yesterday in the Modpop Cafe (formerly Cafe Pop), underneath the Pop Boutique on Oldham St, Manchester. The double-sized version (2x veggie sausages, 2x veggie rashers, 2x fried eggs, beans, mushrooms, some sort of flat bread thing, and tomatoes if I wanted them but I opted out) on a big oval plate defeated even my plate-clearing abilities, but I thoroughly enjoyed doing battle with it. Shangri-Las on the stereo, and the waitress was distractingly cute.
Hash Browns should be nowhere near a breakfast plate. When I were a lad, me Nan would fry up the previous days mashed potatoes. Also toast is for wimps, what you should be having is a fried slice. White bread, preferably the crust.
The only time I've had Black Pudding as standard on a fry up is when Ive been on holiday in Ireland, where they also provide a slice of white pudding.
I'm disgusted that he includes a photo that doesn't feature the distractingly cute waitress.
Incidentally, have beans always been a part of a cooked breakfast? Because I know we never had them at home, and I'm pretty sure I never had them when eating round at a friend's. Are they a new addition or did I just have an odd childhood?
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