Proper breakfast... not a greasy spoon with those cack non-descript sausages and bendy bacon and those filty sliced mini-mushrooms and supermarket white bread swimming in baked beans. I want proper like... I want posh sausages, nice bacon, fried tomatoes with some fucken green stuff sprinkled on top, a great big field mushroom and poached eggs cooked to perfection on a piece of grainy toast.
Jam St Cafe, South Manchester.