Yummy's Cafe, Spitalfields
Yummy's Cafe
60 Cheshire St
Spitalfields
E2
by Blake Pudding
Whilst playing Texas-hold ‘em with a gang of Oriental ne’erdowells, I was reminded of my Uncle Peter’s famous dictat on stimulants: “If you want to stay up for three nights playing poker never, ever take cocaine, I’ve seen dear friends wreck their lives on cocaine. Whisky, boy, that’s all I used to take. . .. . .and Benzedrine.” But I was never one to take hard-earned advice so, very poor and hungry, I was deposited onto Cheshire Street on market day. A man was doing a roaring trade selling second-hand scissors. I stumbled into Yummy’s and much to my surprise was greeted like an old friend. The chap behind the counter kept up a steady stream of chat involving Jamie Oliver, catering for gay ballet troupes (are there any other kinds?), Toyota Corrollas and falafels. I’d wager he was of Greek Cypriot extraction. All the time he lovingly prepared my bacon and egg sandwich. When it arrived, it was nigh-on perfect. The bread was of the crusty doorstop variety, the bacon succulent and the egg, though still runny, did not spill itself all over my crumpled suit. The yolk had commingled in a heavenly fashion with the sweet, sweet brown sauce and the salty bacon. I closed my eyes and almost wept with happiness. I washed it down with a mug of strong, sweet tea. It was then that I realised why breakfast can be so special, especially in this overpriced city; it can offer perfection and happiness at a very reasonable price. This is not something you get from cocaine or, for that matter, Benzedrine.
60 Cheshire St
Spitalfields
E2
by Blake Pudding
Whilst playing Texas-hold ‘em with a gang of Oriental ne’erdowells, I was reminded of my Uncle Peter’s famous dictat on stimulants: “If you want to stay up for three nights playing poker never, ever take cocaine, I’ve seen dear friends wreck their lives on cocaine. Whisky, boy, that’s all I used to take. . .. . .and Benzedrine.” But I was never one to take hard-earned advice so, very poor and hungry, I was deposited onto Cheshire Street on market day. A man was doing a roaring trade selling second-hand scissors. I stumbled into Yummy’s and much to my surprise was greeted like an old friend. The chap behind the counter kept up a steady stream of chat involving Jamie Oliver, catering for gay ballet troupes (are there any other kinds?), Toyota Corrollas and falafels. I’d wager he was of Greek Cypriot extraction. All the time he lovingly prepared my bacon and egg sandwich. When it arrived, it was nigh-on perfect. The bread was of the crusty doorstop variety, the bacon succulent and the egg, though still runny, did not spill itself all over my crumpled suit. The yolk had commingled in a heavenly fashion with the sweet, sweet brown sauce and the salty bacon. I closed my eyes and almost wept with happiness. I washed it down with a mug of strong, sweet tea. It was then that I realised why breakfast can be so special, especially in this overpriced city; it can offer perfection and happiness at a very reasonable price. This is not something you get from cocaine or, for that matter, Benzedrine.
posted by London Review of Breakfasts | 12:09 PM
6 Comments:
Ahhhh.. genius at work - the review and the breakfast.
I lived above that cafe for a while, many years ago. It's run by a father and son team who also used to be rent collectors for the building above. Jolly nice. And true magicians of the morning.
First of all Jason is Jewish of Israeli decent not Greek, ive known him and yummys for many many years... You will never meet a more dedicated breakfast technician than mr elouz Unfortunately his father has passed and left Jason in charge lets hope he continues to make Avraham proud and keep knocking out those super kosher back rolls ... love ya Jason c ya soon Andre in Miami....
We were two Americans wandering around the Sunday morning crowds at the Brick Lane market when we happened across Cheshire Street. We were hungry and stopped here for lunch. It was superb! The two men running the cafe were eager and enthusiastic to help us and even sat with us for a nice chat. It was just like breakfast at a friend's house. I will most definiately return!
Early breakfast from here tasted good. But the owner was less than polite, and was quite rude to my partner Henry. Good food, shame about the man.
this cafe is great very nice friendly peaple free tea excelent sandwiches and great breakfast even jamie oliver has his grub there proper cafe food wicked every time
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