Orange Cafe

There once was a time when the Full English Breakfast was a traditional ritual in the mornings.
Cafes up and down the country frying, toasting, brewing. Nowadays the art seems to be lost by the soulless take overs of Seattle wannabes or even worse the Italian wannabes. Then you those cafes who don’t even try, the minimalistic cafes that just serve tea with no tea bag and a non-​diary, non-​baked, organic cake because that would be too much fun.
The Orange café is a family run little joint which has all the boxes ticked. The food is of a quality I think Londoners’ have starting to forget about. Honest, quality food at real prices. The portions here are not counted out but more liberally dished out to satisfy those hunger cravings. Everything from the bacon being slightly crispy and more meat than fat or rind. The eggs cooked to perfection (I like runny eggs but not the top still slimy), and hearty portions of everything else. Breakfast, was good.
This is a café that just that, a café.