I often pop down to this little beaut on a weekday for a cheeky bit of nosh an ting. Whether you desire jovial jacket tatas, bostin baguettes, sumptious soups or cakes to make you cum, this little place has it all. Not only that, the tension between the couple behind the counter is straight from a Mills and Boon novel! Top tip is a jacket potato with chicken curry or chicken tikka.....with supersized salad garnish for an extra 50p - eh bahhh gum! The women who frequent the premises love a bit of Dave who works there, eagerly eyeing up the way he butters up the baguettes and slaps in a sausage. He may be called Baz or John, may be even Rufus or Eduardo, however, his name is irrelevant and I digress with such irrelevant details. The fact is this place takes Gregg's bakery and beats it in the naughty bits with a gigantic piece of caramel shortbread. My work colleague often waddles away after a hearty lunch at Dave's shop, possibly because she is tiny and the cake she often indulges in post-sandwich is half her size. The morale of this tale? Eat baguettes and cake and waddle about, the lord spaketh so in John, chapter whatever, verses yawn to nobody really cares. This place is for the Magdalen Road massieeevvveeee......aiiigghhh!
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