Angels Cafe

Like being trapped in a high end soup kitchen this place has its charms. I felt like i was invading a sunday afternoon after church meal.
The inside looks well lit and spacious, i sat near the front with a stunning view of the bus stop and people waiting for the bus. They also had a stunning view of me as i shoved my face in a cheapo lasagna.
The best way of describing this place is by comparing it to an expensive school dinner, it has all your favorites with different names, loads of different options but its all the same sort of thing.
The place can feel a bit dirty too once you’ve been in there awhile, our plates were never collected and i found a dirty tissue stuffed down my chair.
Couldn’t get the Wi Fi to work on iPhone and IPad.

I was taking photos down Corporation Street when I noticed this rather odd café. Tempted by the smell of breakfast, I decided to go in and nurse my hangover.
Now I mentioned just that this place is odd. Some might disagree but it is definitely not what I would count as your standard café. For a start it’s massive, with high, decorative ceilings and chandelier lighting but (aesthetically speaking) this is as far as the good points go. The walls are plain magnolia with some dreadful, Ikea style landscapes printed onto huge canvases and there are a couple of ugly palm trees knocking about. Pretty dull really.
I am sitting in Angels as I type this and I feel weird; like I’m in a cross between the canteen of a bad, seaside art gallery and a soup kitchen. I’m not sure if it’s the angel on the logo that is making me feel all churchy but I definitely feel like I’ve gatecrashed this place and need to get out ASAP before my hair turns blue and my tits fall down.
So…on to the food.
The menu is quite good here. It’s all pretty standard stuff but there are lots of options, especially for breakfast (which is served all day, thank god). They even do a ‘London Breakfast’ (with chips) and a ‘New York Breakfast’ (with motherflippin’ pancakes yo!)
I opted for the ‘Healthy Breakfast’ which is £3.85.
This is healthy, I think, because you get an extra egg instead of a sausage and the eggs are scrambled instead of fried. Hmmm.
My breakfast was ok (see the photo) but I do like my bacon to be burnt to a crisp and curly as hell. This slice of bacon was a bit sad and floppy and looked like he’d seen better days. Still, I was starving so the meal only lasted about 2 minutes. R.I.P. Floppy; gone but not forgotten.
I’ll definitely come back next hangover and try the New York Breakfast or maybe a jacket potato or a ham, cheese and mushroom omelette. The food is nothing amazing to be fair but it is pretty cheap and you get to sit at a sticky table, on a sofa with someone else’s snot rag stuffed down the side, facing a bus stop so everyone can see you eating though the window.
I gotta get out of here now ’cause this classical music is doing my head in.