There's a place called Hulya's Cafe that's right by York Hall that I love for some reason. Always seems quite quiet and good fry-ups. This was last time I was there: View attachment 73812
Surely not for breakfast. I prefer coffee and croissants in a North Laine deli.
Must be more of a Brighton poseur than I like to admit.
There's a place called Hulya's Cafe that's right by York Hall that I love for some reason. Always seems quite quiet and good fry-ups. This was last time I was there: View attachment 73812
I would like an extra few sausages with that as the one shown appears to be a chipolata
It was pretty large, I just took the picture from an awful angle.
That was my local for years in the eighties. Loved the place. Fantastic doorstop sandwiches. Well kept cellar. Laura the beautiful barmaid who married Eric Sykes' son Dave. Danny Wallace's dad. Greta the Princess of Norway. Happy days.
And Eric Hall was sat on the next table. Monster monster.
What a great place is E Pellicci is. The cafe itself has a lovely 30s deco wooden interior and was very busy with a mix of punters. The host, an east end Italian Spurs supporter, was proper old school class and charm. Got talking to him about my day, football, Chris Hughton and German mustard and white sausage; he showed me the German mustard a mate sends him from Bavaria. The breakfast itself was superb and the tea was exactly how I like it (the colour of the gold Quality Street toffee disc)
And Eric Hall was sat on the next table. Monster monster.
What a great place is E Pellicci is. The cafe itself has a lovely 30s deco wooden interior and was very busy with a mix of punters. The host, an east end Italian Spurs supporter, was proper old school class and charm. Got talking to him about my day, football, Chris Hughton and German mustard and white sausage; he showed me the German mustard a mate sends him from Bavaria. The breakfast itself was superb and the tea was exactly how I like it (the colour of the gold Quality Street toffee disc)
And Eric Hall was sat on the next table. Monster monster.
What a great place is E Pellicci is. The cafe itself has a lovely 30s deco wooden interior and was very busy with a mix of punters. The host, an east end Italian Spurs supporter, was proper old school class and charm. Got talking to him about my day, football, Chris Hughton and German mustard and white sausage; he showed me the German mustard a mate sends him from Bavaria. The breakfast itself was superb and the tea was exactly how I like it (the colour of the gold Quality Street toffee disc)
And Eric Hall was sat on the next table. Monster monster.
Your rings are very pretty, HT.
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there appears to be a woman with a tattoo near you
is it one of those communal strangers sit where they want places?
more importantly someone has pinched all your beans and left no trace at all.......bloody cockneys!
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there appears to be a woman with a tattoo near you
is it one of those communal strangers sit where they want places?
more importantly someone has pinched all your beans and left no trace at all.......bloody cockneys!
Controversial to have the egg on toast and then the fried slice on the side though.
The tattooed stranger is the missus but we did share a table with a couple of young gents.
I didn't even realise my beans had been stolen; the perfect crime.
Did you notice that you didn't get any hash browns either? No wonder you were hungry later.