Okay so it’s been years not months since this place closed but the fact I can no longer go here to watch the snooker on a mini telly and eat over-salted bangers and smash still causes me physical pain. I made this drawing from a photograph, as a gift for my loyal café companion, Deborah. Many a scheme was hatched over a treacle sponge here.
See more of this “cathedral amongst caffs” and other gems at the wonderful Classic Cafes site.


