After consuming 2 bottles of red wine the night before and stumbling home with my partner in crime (Helen W - yes I did just name and shame) the concept of dragging our bodies out the house seemed almost impossible. That was until Helen started talking about bacon, and her desperate need for it, oh and she also wanted orange juice. At this point I suggested that we go to the shop, she moaned weakly - a bit like an unhappy bird cry. I knew at the point I was going to have to find her a proper fry-up and soon.
So off we trotted to find some bad ass fry-up action near my new abode. That was when we stubled upon the delights of Leo. Now I'm not sure if this is a friend of the other greasy spoons Leo's I have been to but it was pretty damn good. The ketchup was vingerery, the bacon greasy (Helen's not mine) and the service was amazingly surly. Just what I like from a top notch greasy spoon. It doesn't pretend to be anything it's not, juts a really extensive menu, starting from £2.50 for scrambled eggs on toast and a great space for you to hang your head in shame and chat about the night before. Leo, you're a top fella! read more