Hamptons Baguette Bar

They don’t just do chicken, they also deliver … geddit? Never mind. I thought it was an oldie but a goodie, which also just about fits as a description of Hamptons.
It had diversified as was, with breakfasts — all too rare in town — and jacket spuds becoming complemented by a business lunch service and also a basic catering set-​up which afforded sandwich platters and buffets.
And then… fanfare please … a delivery service — free to homes within a two-​mile radius (customers not making the geographical cut must make a minimum order of about seven quid).
It’s a curious quirk of the world of hangovers that the one thing that will fix you — a brekkie sarnie — is the one thing you cannot face making. Let someone else now take the strain as you mumble ‘sausages’ from under your duvet. Call them back for lunch: can you say daily roast? That’s right, pork, apple sauce and stuffing on a baguette… you can be having Christmas in June for less than a fiver. Salads are available if you want to look silly.

When this place first opened, I was living in the above apartment block.
They offer all of your typical sandwiches and baguettes, along with jacket potatoes and pasta dishes. My favourite has to be what became my ultimate hangover cure!
The full English breakfast baguette. Proper sausages (not the cheap ones you often get in cafes), bacon, runny egg and even a few baked beans. Delicious and only £3.50.
If you’re really in need of a hangover cure, they also sell a range of soft drinks (I’d recommend the lucozade!) and cakes such as flapjacks and chocolate sponge.
The lads who work there provide a great service, you can even call up to place your order in advance so you don’t have to wait around if you’re in a rush.