Manolis Cafe, Lower Holloway
1 Hercules St
020 7263 6703
by Blake Pudding
This breakfast took place about two months ago after my flatmate Michael and I had been taking part in the tall bikes challenge. This involves three terribly brave, strong and rather stupid men cycling around Britain on bicycles made by welding two bike frames together so that they stand over 5ft off the ground. The silly men then don pink helmets and cycle round the coast of Britain no doubt dodging missiles thrown by scallywags. We went to see them off at Hyde Park and followed in a procession down to London Bridge. Obviously Michael and I were on more conventional machines. It was like being a in a ridiculous chain-driven carnival; there were penny-farthings, recumbents and rickshaws. All good clean fun, even if a small cloud of self-righteousness did hang over the whole day - but that’s cycling for you.
Anyway I was soon bloody starving so Michael suggested a trip to Manolis on Hercules Road. We met a couple of Jewish friends and all tucked cheerfully into pork-based products. I went with bacon, egg, tomatoes and chips. The chips being of the chunkier variety which I don’t normally favour in a caff but here they were superb, the bacon was not remarkable but it was properly cooked as were the tomatoes and the egg was fresh. What more can I say about such simple food? Manolis is a haven just off London’s horrible Holloway Road; I would recommend it to Jews and Gentiles alike.