Cafe Open

Two of my favourite words. Especially when they are outside some sort of building, in a park of some description, on a cold day. Am having a bit of trouble finding anything along those lines at the moment... then remembered there's a place up by the University that would suit my needs. What's more it's weekend so it's bound to be open. And joy, it was.

It's a prefab, which from the outside, has seen better days. In fact, it looks like it's about to fall down. There's a hard-standing in front (you'd be hard-pushed to call it a terrace) which in the summer is filled with tables and people. Dead giveaway. Not today though. The only giveaway of what lurks inside is the above the sign.

The bitter cold ensured everyone was snuggled inside... with their dogs. We were probably the only table out of 15 or so that didn't have a dog or four. Every shape and size was there, like a Noah's Ark for dog. For a cafe, it had an uncharacteristic aroma too.


Olivia was keen to inform us that a dog under a table next to us had done a poo and another dog was eating it. Might have been a dog chew. Still, I got my coffee in a park and a fantastic bacon roll - with three rashers, very generous.

Think me and Luke might give it another go during the week when there's less dogs.