Dean Whitbread 2020
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Mmmmmm. This is the place I had a power-breakfast with DB this morning, which consisted of 1 egg, beans, 2 toast, 3 hash browns, mushrooms and tomato. That was the last breakfast of my 42nd year. Will they let me extend my mid-life crisis do you think? It’s really proving most enjoyable, especially the breakfasts.
There must be a hundred cafés up and down the Holloway Road, but only 3 or 4 I will eat in. There’s a café just south of Paradise which I won’t name but which I will not enter, despite the charm of it’s proprietor, the good mix of customers and the pleasant enough North London metropolitan ambience. Twice I’ve got the most appalling food-poisoning from that place, once running in bowel-panic from a business meeting, sweat suddenly pouring down my face, grabbing desperately at pants while trying to find nearest available lavatory. Never again.
Paradise is clean, well-attended, and like all cafés around here must be to survive, excellent value, offering a good meal for under 4 quid. You can buy a beer there, good tea and coffee, and a wonderful variety of grilled, fried, roasted and casseroled dishes, with a few choice sweets, mostly of the warm and filling kind, and often involving custard.
I haven’t told anyone but I’ve been entertaining fantasies about the waitress, mostly of the warm and filling kind, and often involving custard.
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Yo Deke – strangley i have a friend called Deke that i work with – I noticed u blogmarked me – probably down to being a croydon boy — Sp what u upto this weekend ?
catch u soon buddy
I miss eggs! Being a vegan can suck sometimes.
Did they offer you a senior citizen discount?
You’ll never know just how homesick this post has just made me. That is such a lovely photo and description.
I been in there… Shit I’m almost their neighbour…
It sounds like one of my favorite restaurants in New Orleans. Time for a road trip.
i’m still hung up on the custard, deek. will you have it for your birthday?
I wish I could have gone there this morning. Here I sit all alone while the rest of the house is asleep! You should’ve called me up! I’d have gone along.
Sounds like a nice breakfast. YUM! Cook me that. :o) Now where did you move to? Come on, come on,I’ve emailed until my fingers are falling off!
I normally end up at Hollywood – a few blocks down from there.
I’ll have to check that one out!