didn’t happen, saved I would like to think through the power of breakfast rather than there having been no chance that it might be destroyed in the first place; damn scientists, if they’re going to hole themselves up in a massive underground bunker full of equipment the least they could do is come up with a death ray or something (surely a few of them must be evil geniuses right?). Anyway, enough with that and on to talk about the breakfast itself.
The pub, once you find it, is quite nice and was slowly emptying of the market traders when I arrived and then slowly filled back up again with not quite so early birds as they. Unfortunately it appeared that some of the staff either weren’t early risers or had decided that what with it being the end of the world they’d rather die at home in the comfort of their bed instead of at work and so the service was a tad slow.
The food though, once it arrived, was pretty good (and given the price, so it should have been) and due to being so close to a butcher’s market was quite meat heavy; e.g. the mushrooms in the picture below aren’t actually mushrooms and are in fact kidneys.
They also do a Butcher’s Breakfast in which basically everything is meat of some kind and a couple of our party went for this option (a picture will follow shortly once we get organised) and apparently it was good.
All in all it was a very pleasant experience, and being able to watch the morning news on the big screen telly made it seem quite chilled out, so yeah I would go back again but hopefully it would be on a day when both they have enough people behind the bar and that I don’t have to go to work so I can have a pint at some ungodly hour of the day.