Wednesday, February 18, 2009
Posted By:
Jenny Wight
Photo:
Jenny Wight
New River Cafe
It is
amazing how fucked-up a fry-up can get. But the news is good, as New River Cafe
at the residential end of Stoke
Newington Church St gets it so right, it seems
effortless. Maybe they should disseminate their secrets to the numerous shoddy
cafes around town with their bitter baked beans and undercooked eggs garnished
with wobbly yolk cellulite. This is a classic greasy spoon, with spooky
pictures of clowns transferred onto mirrored frames who watch the customers
tuck into juicy sausages and crispy bacon or home-made rock cake. The tea is
strong, the windows misty, the bread fresh or plastic (choice, people, real
choice) and the view into the park surprisingly ordinary. Look out for the
strange wooden sign out front in the shape of a French maid--what could she
possibly know about the finest of English fried cuisine?
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