Now then, I know this confession is going to get me thrown out of the Club, but I have to confess to UK Hounds that I had breakfast at a Little Chef. Yes, a Little Chef.
My only defence is that I was out on the road; away from my comfort zone of known greasy spoons and just downright hungry and thirsty. So in I went - for the first time in some years.
And it proved to be a pretty reasonable breakfast. The chain's new owners have obviously decided to up the quality. Breakfast came with free-range bacon, sausage, a perfectly fried egg, hash browns, toast (as an alternative to fried bread) and baked beans (Heinz, of course). And bottles of sauce, not sachets, were brought - Heinz Ketchup and the Harters preferred option of HP.
Better than average coffee - neither the tasteless warm brown liquid that we often get, nor the bitterness of a Starbucks and the like. Just a mug of "proper" coffee.
So that's it. Confession over. I was pleasantly surprised.
Of course, I'll understand if you never want to speak to me again.