Back in the Toon. I wouldn't normally go into a themed place but I was looking for somewhere (which I couldn't find) and fancied a breakfast so gave it a try. If you can do ironic kitsch this might be it but since I'm no style guru I can't tell whether they mean it or not.
It's in the once notorious Pink Lane now on its way to being gentrified. Thankfully, it hasn't got there yet. Unlike the cafes I usually frequent, there was a bit of customer service as I was greeted on entry and asked where I wanted to sit. I'm more used to being ignored or frowned at so that was a bit of a surprise.
They give their breakfasts playful names such as the Bushwhacker (I thought it was Australians who whacked bushes?) , Prospector, Drifter and Pilgrim (the veggie option, which I had - presumably its name is intended to evoke the kind of austere non-conformism associated with vegetarians?). There were also some Tex Mex breakfasts, with jalapenos and chillis, all of which seemed a bit too exciting for me.
You get a pot of tea (free refills) in with the price, which arrived looking quite perky so that was a good sign.
Pot of tea with jukebox (not the kind of caption you write every day)
Unfortunately my Pilgrim's progress was a bit slow. In fact, a couple of Bushwhackers who came in after me got served first. However, when it turned up it was definitely canny and nothing like as puritan as I'd feared:
Oh dear, my tomato has been colonised (another unlikely caption)
Notwithstanding the flag, the layout of my Pilgrim seemed slightly aimless with one egg plonked on top of the other and the packet of butter arriving on the plate itself but it all tasted pretty good.
Finally, always good to see condiments being used as a supporting act for menus:
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