Saracens Cafe

You'll find yourself in one of those rare places that feels like stepping into your nan's front room, if your nan happened to run the best greasy spoon in the city centre. The kind of place where regulars have their usual table and the staff remember how you take your tea without asking. The full English here isn't messing about – proper bacon, eggs done exactly how you want them, and black pudding that doesn't taste like sawdust. The décor hasn't changed since the Blair years and that's exactly how it should be. This is comfort food territory, where portion sizes are generous and nobody's trying to reinvent the bacon sandwich. It's the antidote to every artisanal coffee shop within a three-mile radius.