Bizzy B’s Cafe

Without a shadow of a doubt, this is 100% what I would call a PROPER CAFE (pronounced CAFF, obviously). Nothing fancy, just a simple interior with tables and chairs and a typical menu offering good, honest grub at reasonable prices. There are a few gutbusting specials on offer, or you can make do with a more sensible bacon sandwich.
Often I’ll find myself dropping in here before heading up the road and making the short walk to the British Oak for a few beers. A fortifying fry-​up is always a good idea before an afternoon on the beer, I find, and this place will provide you with a meal that sticks to your ribs, as my Nan says. The tea here is also proper café, tea-​urn tea.

This is a cracking little café! I have only been in once, but I was very impressed. I came in here after I had been to the nearby Co-​op and did not really like the idea of going to the Co-​op café too after spending a fortune on about five items of shopping. I fancied a coffee, nothing more and a coffee is what I got. I was quite surprised by how big it was inside, I do not know why, but I assumed it would be quite small. Inside there is a large menu that consists of breakfasts and baps and all that kind of breakfast grease. I ordered a coffee and the man seemed shocked that that was all I wanted, I think he wanted to fatten me up or something! I said I had a huge breakfast already and took a seat. It was fairly busy inside and my coffee was good. I think I will go again and try a breakfast next time!

By and large I’m not a huge fan of the greasy spoon, as I don’t get on too well with grease. However, I was pleasantly surprised by Bizzy B’s, as their greasy fry-​up is, well, not all that greasy. They even have a helpful newspaper cutting on the wall that claims that the old English fry-​up is, in fact, a healthy breakfast.
I can’t really vouch for the factual correctness of that. What I can vouch for is a darned good fry up at this joint. They have 3 different sizes traditional English breakfasts — the largest of which, the ‘He-​Man’, I decidedly to plump for as I was a) starving and b) felt like a challenge. It was a challenge. But an enjoyable one — all served on a square plate, which, for some unknown reason, I particularly appreciated.
The staff were very friendly — one of them seemed particularly concerned about how cold my hands were, which was sweet. They made sure that they saw me off with a wave and a ‘Thank you!’ when I’d finished gorging. They have various specials, which seem to be extremely good deals. When I was there they were promoting their latest ‘white pudding from Ireland’. To be fair, I’m a bit dubious about black pudding, so God only knows what’s in white pudding… Either way, I gave it a miss.
What particularly pleased me was the extremely clean and neat loos. If an establishment cares about its toilets, it cares about its customers — that’s what I always say. Even their cold hands :)