The bucket and spade café on the prom in Roker. Not handy but if you're passing that way, say riding London to Edinburgh, you should drop in. I don't know how they do it but their chips, generously salt n vinegar'd are to die for. Maybe it's the contrast of tongue-scorchingly hot chips and the icy face blast off the North Sea that does it.
The bucket and spade café on the prom in Roker. Not handy but if you're passing that way, say riding London to Edinburgh, you should drop in. I don't know how they do it but their chips, generously salt n vinegar'd are to die for. Maybe it's the contrast of tongue-scorchingly hot chips and the icy face blast off the North Sea that does it.