Like Brideshead and Highway 61, the Grainger Market is always worth revisiting. Just down from Sarah's Tuck-In, I find myself in Olivers, whose lack of an apostrophe makes me assume a multiplicity of Olivers involved in this enterprise (Cromwell, Goldsmith, Stone?).
Christmas looms ever closer, so plenty of santa hats on staff and customers alike; mercifully no evidence of Slade but lots of festive decorations. You get to sit al fresco (market style) at Olivers, which is good for aimless gazing around but a bit nippy, which may account for the preponderance of santa hats...if it gets much colder, it might be worth investing in your own beard.
Breakfast was the usual veggie version and was perfectly canny. A bit small - on an oval plate about the size of a side dish. A cunning ploy, I suspect, to make you believe the breakfast is bigger than it really is. It's possible that one of the many Olivers (Hardy?) is concerned about recent rises in obesity or it could just be portion control taken a bit far. It looks as though the eggs are hiding something but it's nothing more than some innocent beans and mushrooms:
You get a pot of hot water with your tea pot, which is good. Like most cafe teapots, it drips all over the table and when you use a serviette to mop it up you discover that said napkin is made of a kind of paper designed to repel all liquid. Why?
Just in case you're wondering about their opening times:
This is probably the last breakfast before the festivities, so a very Canny Christmas to everyone with the hope of more canny breakfasts in 2012.
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