There’s a time and a place for prettily presented poached eggs and clinking flutes of Buck’s Fizz and 10am on Sunday morning after the mother of all all-nighters is definitely not it. Sometimes you just need somewhere to serve you up a sizeable plate of food, offer a sympathetic smile with your third cup of coffee and turn a blind eye to last night’s clothes/make-up/random hanger on.
Enter Stapleton Road’s legendary Monte Carlo Cafe. Its pleasantly fuss-free interior has been offering salvation to hungover souls since 1964, so step inside, breathe and relax: you have found your people.
Don’t mistake the lack of pretention and bargain prices for bad quality, either. This place is as spotless as it is welcoming and the fry-ups are fabulous. Plump for the much recommended veggie breakfast (eggs, mushrooms, potato scallops, beans, tomatoes and veggie sausages) or brave the gigantic Full Monte, a mammoth undertaking of bacon, sausages, black pudding, eggs, potato scallops and all the trimmings.