I love this place. Back when I lived round the corner I'd turn up here at least once a week, baggy-eyed, reeking of the night before and usually with a young man in tow, to get a full fry. They do them with chips here. No, it's not traditional. No, I don't care.
This is a greasy spoon in the full sense of the term, and as such don't be expecting roast pheasant nestled on a bed of fluffy couscous dished up to you. Or even, you know, something like lasagne. This is food at its most basic. But it's good.
It's all cooked in front of you by one of three women who have been there for aeons, and who I always stare at in fascinated admiration for the bloody hard work they do day after day and year after year. This is a proper job, and I'd have packed it in within a few weeks of starting, because I'm a big jessy and a lazy princess and have done my time in busy kitchens already, ta very much. But they just get on with it, and fair play to them indeed. They also, most hilariously, stuck up for me when I went there with a particularly assholish guy who decided to be annoyed that I was ordering a tea *and* a Coke. After about two minutes of him hassling me about it, one of the women at the range turned round, brandishing her spatula, and said 'You leave her alone. She's hungover.' Brilliant.
You'll mostly get a fry here, but there's also burgers, sandwiches, filled sodas and the like on offer, and it has to be said a pretty decent Irish stew for a greasy spoon café. Either this place is your thing or it isn't, but I for one will never hear a word against it. read more
