No stay in England is complete without a visit to a Greasy Spoon. Hot, crowded, cheerful, and full of burly men stolidly chewing their way through mountainous piles of chips, bacon and sausage, the average transport caff is not the place for fine dining. But the good ones are worth a visit, and today, we visited the Bridge Cafe at Apperley Bridge, on the way over to Bolton to see the boys.
It was only quarter to twelve, but we needed an early break after a hard morning shifting furniture, skidding up and down our impossibly icy street, lugging huge bags of books and discarded household items to the charity shop, visiting the Letting Agent, scouring Bradford’s Asian shops for essential supplies of Indian spices that are hard to get in France. After that, what better than a hot plate of comfort food washed down with a huge mug of tea?
Yes, quarter to twelve. But the place was already crowded with joiners, truckers, shoppers, pensioners. Most were having the all-day breakfast.
2 slices bacon, 1 sausage, 1 egg, beans, tomatoes, toast, fried bread, tea.
Some had gone for the Full Breakfast: 2 slices bacon, 2 sausages, 2 eggs, spam, black pudding, mushrooms, hash browns, beans, tomatoes, fried bread, toast and tea or coffee.
Nope, not a chance that we could cope with that: poached eggs on toast was more like it.
A quick flick through the daily papers provided – tabloids of course, broadsheets need not apply – a quick chat to the owners ( Italian? Lithuanian? We couldn’t agree), and we were off, sustained for an afternoon of meeting 5 year old twins as they came out of school, to enjoy the rest of their action-packed day