The Filling Station

The pastries and shortbread specialities are an explosion of sweetness and a feast for the eyes and are delicious. Thing is, that's it. Over the last 18months I've tried all their usual café fayre. Only the delights I've waxed lyrical about above are worth going through the door for. Oh and the nice clean loo. They have a highly heated display cabinet for sausage rolls &c and yet contrive to produce a dry grey sausage meat disappointment. Then there's the coffee. As has always been the case and continues still, the friendly staff are conscientious and don't rush. It is as it would be in an exemplary café. So how disheartening must it be for the crew to be keeping up their side of the bargain as they swap quite the thinnest weakest Mocha, say, I can ever remember. Yeah, yeah oh my coffee's pretty poor. So unimportant, so quotidian. These have been getting harder to ingest over the last year or so and I'm afraid that this time, I took four sips of the over-hot wet stuff and then poured it into the gutter in despair. I've given these lovely people the last of my train journey tea time tenners as I'm resigned to going without unless I can get to Waitrose and back in time for the Waterloo service. Good luck to them.

Egg and bacon bap with MAYO! YESSS. Fab. Should have had it with Mother's Pride trash bread. My bad. I could have had any form of bread choice going! More fool me. But Brioche with savoury? Who are these weird people !!!! They had air con but insisted on the back door being open, so it was drafty. Shame bout that.