There’s a new cafe in town and I want them to feed me breakfast, lunch and dinner every day until I die.
It’s in Hove (actually). As in proper Hove, Church Road side, past the Town Hall and everything. The dark side. They do steak salad. You heard me. And salmon.
I’m talking proper steak and actual fresh salmon fillet, cooked to order, sat on a bed of whatever the hell superfood you want, with hard boiled eggs, baked sweet potato, feta cheese, and a whole load of tzatziki (or your dressing of choice) thrown in for good measure.
There’s a new cafe in town and I want them to feed me breakfast, lunch and dinner every day until I die.
It’s in Hove (actually). As in proper Hove, Church Road side, past the Town Hall and everything. The dark side. They do steak salad. You heard me. And salmon.
I’m talking proper steak and actual fresh salmon fillet, cooked to order, sat on a bed of whatever the hell superfood you want, with hard boiled eggs, baked sweet potato, feta cheese, and a whole load of tzatziki (or your dressing of choice) thrown in for good measure.
