September 29th, 2006
Bad Food Friday
A relic from the Deepend days, at Or Media I have managed to resurrect the ceremony of going to a purveyor of greasy badness on a Friday lunchtime.
Our weapon of choice is Al’s Cafe on Bermondsey Street. A greasy spoon in the classic mould, run by a hyper-active Mediterranean fella that shouts at you to sit down before you’re even one toe through the door. I went for the special breakfast. Special is one of those words that has taken on multiple meanings these days, and my breakfast could be described using two or three of them.
May have to opt for Pie and Mash next Friday.
Categories: Food
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