Mac’s Cafe

quote greasy spoon that’s it grrrrrrrrrrrr
its a great café
Its a café that has and still keeps the the workers and I say workers. going
I am a 5 star chef and would be happy to work there.
I would work there and EAT there at a drop of a hat.

Greasy Spoons will never die it seems, for as long as there are builders and people with a hangover, you’ll always find places like Mac’s.
The inside isn’t the nicest, all very plastic and a bit generic. That said, when do you ever expect to find a visually stunning builder’s café.
Beyond selling the usual fried breakfasts loaded with grease and salt, you can also get homemade pies loaded with similar amounts of grease and salt, but also Ale.
This is a decent place; cheap, reliable and the owners really quite friendly a well. All you need after this is a nice cup of tea.

A café that is set in the middle of a neighborhood, and there is a friendly vibe to the place. Walking in took my back home, and reminded me of the small-​town café’s of my youth where friendliness and cheap and good food was all that was needed. It was a bit of a tear-​jerking moment for me, and it was a very pleasant stay for a cup of coffee and a good sandwich. I was able to just simply stare out the window and examine the neighborhood, while chugging my coffee, and reflect about the past.

It’s hardly sophisticated or modern, but this little café in Brighton isn’t bad if you’re after a proper greasy spoon experience.
I had a bacon sandwich, which was tasty enough. Nothing special, but the kind of food you want when you have a hangover and not much money. The tea wasn’t great though — a little greasy tasting, but maybe that was just the bacon fat on my lips.

There isn’t anything remotely glamorous about this place– greasy spoon that’s it. The pale blue windows and white exterior make it feel suitably seaside– which it is. It’s my friends local and was surprisingly full the Sunday morning we went in there to fuel ourselves for the day. Set up more chippy than café/​restaurant though– counter and kitchen in a back part of the shop– seating our front– you queue through one door to order and number 5, 7, whatever takes your fancy and come out the other door– avaoding barging. Food is then brought out, unceremmoniously but promptly. Coffee the worst thing I’ve tasted– if it had been tea I would’ve suspected the bag had been recycled but you can’t do that with instant coffee can you. And it was almost certainly powdered milk. But the food wasn;t too bad. Unnerving was the audience. I was sitting by the window and for the entire meal, had a rather large seagull at my elbow looking through the glass. The was Mac– apparently there is another called Ricky or something and if the door had been open I’m sure they would’ve had my sausage.