Billy’s cafe off hackney road is a good place to go if you don’t fancy spending a fiver on a sausage roll on Broadway market. The decor is contemporory, as you’d expect; yellow walls are adorned with pictures of fresh vegetables and a large menu. The selection of breads includes a crusty poppyseed baguette and the staff are friendly. Rumours of a working brothel in the flat above are as yet unconfirmed.
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make of that what you will
Cafe Roj, Euston
Cafe Roj is a place where you can eat functional chicken sandwiches at average price. The staff become very confused with orders for no perceivable reason. When the chips arrive the brown sauce can be administered but is disconcertingly sweet. The coffee works, the cafe works, you can do a lot worse.
Where Is The Crisp Isle?
The Crisp Isle is just north of France and also known as the United Kingdom.
Tesco Ploughman’s Sandwich
Not quite our terrain and for this reason a faceless Northern man’s website has been linked instead.
While we deal with eating out and the geographical context and culture of eateries, this man instead has frequent musings over the most banal supermarket dishes and we thank him for it.
http://lecordonbluesblog.blogspot.com/2011/03/tesco-ploughmans-lunch-sandwich.html
Jenny’s Cafe, SE15
Sometimes I go to Jenny’s in Peckham just by the station to buy a bacon roll when I’m working nearby. It’s one of those places the first time I went in to buy a bacon sandwich they were gunna serve it me on some Kingsmill I was like “no thanks; do you have any crusty rolls instead” which they do, and if I remember right it works out 10p cheaper than the sandwich so that’s a killer bonus. But honestly, fuck sliced white. Crusty all day every day. If they ain’t got crusty go for a jumbo/doorstop/whatever but don’t prop up those bland-white-bread corporations just cos they got “quaint” (patronising ad-man-brain-residue) adverts about how all the children “oop north” ride shoddily built delivery bikes full of bread & coal down cobbled roads with collapsing chimneys & shit. All white children delivering white bread & shit. I went to Manchester once and it wasn’t like that at all, the bread is delivered in lorries by middle-aged and sexually aggressive men of all different colours and creeds.
On an unrelated note: fuck Crusties, that bullshit just don’t fly in this economic climate.
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