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Saturday, 10 December 2016


I had heard good reports about this cafe and decided that I had to, in my capacity as Nottingham's only dedicated breakfast critic that I go along and see if it lives up to its rather favourable reputation. Nobody seems to have troubled Trip Adviser with their opinion so I had nothing to go on. I am talking about Brownies Cafe in Sherwood which is both good and bad at the same time. 

To start with there wasn't a member of staff to be seen as we walked in, and several of the tables had dirty plates and cups on, not the most welcoming sight when entering somewhere that should really give off an image of cleanliness. I know a good fry up can't be had in too clean an establishment but it shouldn't look as if the place hasn't seen a spray of disinfectant before. It took some time before we were seen, in fact a customer (presumably a regular) got up and popped his head into the kitchen to alert someone, not the best start. Paying for the food first never really fills me with confidence, but a large breakfast and crepes for Mandi, with a tea and a coffee came to £8.40 in total. The hot drinks were made there and then and given to us, which is a trick I have expressed my displeasure at before if the drink is included in the price because they want you to drink it while you wait thus needing another one to wash the food down with. As I am the sort of person who makes a cup of tea before going to the shop so that it is cool enough to drink when I get back, this isn't a problem for me so I win. 

When the breakfast arrived, all was forgiven as far as the shoddy first impression was concerned, the wait (and there was a wait) was worth it because the meal itself was faultless. As you can see from the picture, beans and tomatoes were on the plate because you should never have to choose, and as a novelty item seldom witnessed in a cafe, the beans were hot.

My only complaint is the anti-clown sentiment on the window sign that makes me want to dress up as a traditional circus clown and go in again for a fry up.


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