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Saturday, 13 January 2018


I haven't eaten breakfast anywhere new for a while and with an afternoon gig to go to I  decided that a good idea would be to fill up first to counter the problems that might arise from drinking in the afternoon. Victoria Centre these days tries to dress itself up as a haven of fine eateries, most of which close down after six months due to falling victim to the latest fad involved in eating out. There is an area of the centre that is full of poncy restaurants that people see through before the ink is dry on the lease. Thankfully the trend for serving burgers that are too big to hold seems to be on the decline so it will be interesting to see what happens in the future. There is another section of Victoria Centre that also does food but there is a difference in the two areas - the market area caters for people who enjoy proper food.  

The Mushy Pea Stall is still thankfully still going strong, which of course is only right considering that this is a Nottingham dish that everybody in this city should be enjoying on a regular basis. However there is still the need for the good old fashioned breakfast, we haven't all become muesli and wheat-grass eating freaks just yet. Vic Centre market has about four real cafes, and I simply chose the one that had somewhere to sit. Frothy Coffee (stupid name for a cafe that serves meals that necessitate the drinking of tea - people who drink coffee with a fried breakfast should be sent to a lunatic asylum) was the place and I ordered the Mega Breakfast. They immediately lost points for not including the cup of tea in the price, with a breakfast costing £7 you would at least expect them to throw in a cuppa. 

The cafe itself was clean and the staff were brilliant, however I think the chef should be taken on a course dedicated to descriptive prefixes. In the context of the Greek origin of the word Megas, meaning large or great, this was not a mega breakfast. Don't get me wrong, it was filling and set me up for the day, but this wasn't so much a traditional breakfast more a plate containing bacon, beans, eggs and sausages. As you can see from the picture above, we were missing several component parts of a satisfactory fry up; mushrooms, black pudding, fried bread or hash browns were conspicuous by their absence. While there are no hard and fast rules regarding the ingredients of the full breakfast and each of us has their own idea of what this wonderful meal consists (or should consist) of, I expected a little more imagination and a lot more food from something calling itself mega.

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