The name says it all.
In fact, I remember when this place didn't actually have a name, it was just that wee kiosk that sold two bacon rolls for a pound. Four (I think) years later, and it's that wee kiosk that sells two bacon rolls for a pound forty, and they've called it the Bacon Butty.
It's a tiny newsagents kiosk in the doorway of a tiny train station...except that it isn't really a newsagents; it sells the daily newspapers, yes, but only as an essential accessory to a breakfast roll. Pretty much everything it stocks is a basic that we're all in the mood for at one time or another, and those times are often first thing in the morning, whether on the way to work or on the way home with a hangover. Accept it for what it is, and if you go past this place enough you'll quickly come to grow fond of it and it's utilitarian approach to providing what I consider an essential service; a damn good, damn cheap bacon roll. There's a reason they named the place after them.
There's little negative to say about it. The place is what it is.
You'll have to wait for your roll as they cook everything to order (hardly a drawback), so bear that in mind if rushing to work. The counter can only really take three people standing at it at any time, and you're right next to the door, so be aware of train passengers coming and going. The selection isn't as wide as, say, a burger van. They do cold rolls, but only a small selection and these are not made to order. And some people have told me that they find the notion of going up to a hole in the wall of a train station and asking a wee glesgae lady for a roll a bit off-putting. This is perhaps understandable, but essentially silly.
You'll get asked what you want, if you want sauce with it, and now and again you might even get asked what kind of bread roll you want it in. And then you'll pay buttons for one of the most satisfyingly honest breakfast rolls (or two) in town, and head off towards work or home or wherever you're going, just that little bit happier. read more