This ought to be a five-star review.
Had it not been for a few minor aggravations, it would have been.
Let's get those out of the way first: the card machine was broken - not their fault I know, but running up the road in the rain to the nearest cashpoint does sully one's experience a little. There was no sugar on the table to put in my tea, meaning it had to be pilfered from another table. FInally, the girl serving didn't ask me if I wanted ketchup on my bacon roll, leaving me to assume it would be delivered on the side anyway, which it wasn't...
But those are minor aggravations. Mini mini mini qualms. Overall, PJ is quite simply L.O.V.E.L.Y. Big and fresh and high-ceilinged, with a good line in yummy-looking cakes (including some simply adorable mini macarons) and a fine Chesterfield sofa, this is my kinda place for real. I don't get out to this end of town all that much but this is definitely a beacon to draw me back. (Although it looks like they're opening a branch on South Bridge, so, y'know. It depends where the sofa ends up. I'm fickle.)
My bacon sandwich came on proper wholemeal bread, just like you'd hope, in a roll bigger than my palm. Ok, ok, tiny mandolin hands render that comparison useless. Let's say about the size of a saucer. A happy size. A truly filling size. Sure, without the ketchup it was a little drier than ideal but not so much that I bothered to actually ASK for ketchup. Add to that that my pot of tea was good and generous and cost me less than two quid, and I was properly set for a darn tootin' good day.
Thanks, Pat Jacob. Looking forward to having you in Old Town! read more