A new year and a new town (or an old new town). Found myself in Harlow the other day and in need of breakfast. I managed to combine a very canny breakfast with a look around their Sculpture Trail.
Harlow has loads of little cafes so I was a bit spoilt for choice. In the end, I chose the Market Cafe as it was pretty full and they offered an all-day veggie breakfast on their randomly colourful menu.
Lots of price reductions, which is just as well since my northern pound doesn't go far in the south. They use the same approach as Al's Place Cafe where you order your breakfast by the number of the set. I had Set 10 - tea and 2 slices of toast included, so it was canny value.
It was a very canny breakfast, although I might have liked another fried egg but then some people are never satisfied. The veggie sausages are those slightly weird ones that look like tightly compressed tubes of sick, with bits of diced carrot and so on. But they tasted canny as did the hash browns.
The place was definitely festooned (lovely word I don't often get the chance to use) with post-Christmas decorations. I was going to take a photo but I was getting some funny looks from the chefs - there were four of them and they were all big lads so I decided against it. I think they might have thought I was some kind of health and safety type. As if...
The sculpture trail is worth a shot if you've got time on your hands. I picked up a leaflet from the newspaper office and managed to see about ten of them, including these two: Henry Moore's lovely family group and Elizabeth Frink's enigmatic boar, just in front of the Town Hall: