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Post by Alec McKenziePost by the OmrudPost by Tony CooperI wonder if there's caff on Saville Row that serves bespoke eggs.
We say "caff" but we don't write it; at least, if we do write it,
it's spelled "cafe".
Then how do we distinguish (in writing) between a "caff" and a
"cafe"?
By the spelling variation seems to be trebles all round wheeze.
There are few establishments left in England that can rightfully be
dignified as caffs. Mrs Montague's glorious place in Lennox Street,
Bognor Regis, West Sussex is one.
Her list of breakfast ingredients is simple: black pudding; kippers;
fried eggs (for which she has a special frying technique that involves
making the edges crispy with black flecks that look like truffles);
fried bacon; fried potatoes (scallops); fried tomatoes; fried mushrooms;
fried bread; mushy peas; sausages made in proper intestine skins with
their innards bulging out at each end like runaway hernias. A rare treat
is the addition of slices of bubble and squeak' to the list. It consists
of cabbage that's boiled for about a day, tossed in old army horse
blankets, and then deep fried with yesterday's mashed potatoes to bring
out the full flavour.
Most early morning gourmets at her famed establishment make their
own selections from the blackboard list thus creating their own
customised designer breakfasts. The flavour can be improved by squeezing
tomato sauce out of plastic tomatoes that grace her oilcloth-covered
tables decorated with carefully-drawn brown rings. Discreet burps
throughout the rest of the day enable one to re-enjoy the different
flavours at discrete intervals. That's why they're called 'all day'
breakfasts.
Her tea is brewed in a monstrous, hissing, steaming, chromium-plated
affair that looks like Stevenson's Rocket, and is poured from a huge
steel teapot with *two* spouts! Those customers having the termerity to
order coffee are treated to a strange black goo concoction made from
chicory essence called `Camp'. Sugar is available from a dog bowl on
the counter via a spoon on a chain. Her sugar is unique: mostly white
but with lumps of brown to make it more interesting.
Like all proper caff breakfasts, Mrs Montague's delights cannot be kept
down.
--
James Follett. Novelist (Callsign G1LXP)
http://www.jamesfollett.dswilliams.co.uk and http://www.marjacq.com