The smell of fry ups enticed us in. The café was narrow, the counter on one side and two four seater tables towards the back. Danny sat at the table in the corner whilst I waited to be served. I saw 2 fried eggs on the griddle. On the worktop next to the griddle there were 2, seemingly abandoned, rounds of toast with bacon piled on top. A blond haired woman with too much mascara appeared, looked at me, then disappeared round the back. She re-appeared a second later with a mobile phone under her chin and got back to the abandoned bacon butties. I was served by a man who had no front teeth and very long finger nails. I asked for a coffee, a toasted teacake and a glass of milk. He then took a pen, pad of paper and very carefully and slowly wrote my order down, long hand. It took him a good few seconds to add up 70p, 60p and 90p. He asked me if I would like sugar in my coffee. I said I didn’t, then I went to sit down with Danny. There were 4 very greasy place mats on the table. A moment later the toothless man came over to us and told us there were no teacakes left. He went to the till, returned to us and handed Danny 60p. He told us the coffees wouldn’t be long. I enjoyed my huge mug of coffee, for which I was only charged 90p. Danny’s pint of cold milk was only 70p. As we bade our farewell I espied a chalk board on the wall offering House Tuna and Chicken New Yorker.
Chicken New Yorke
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