It appears that the Little Chef chain of roadside "restaurants".... is on it's last leg. Or is that l(egg)? At one time a favourite haunt (possibly even a map reference) for UK bikers out for a Sunday scratch, the often remote Little Chef always attracted a sea of bikes on such occasions. Hardly Cordon Bleu cuisine but nevertheless an oasis of fat where the infamous "Olympic Breakfast" could be tucked into with gay abandon and washed down with the luke warm stewed tea. Either way it was a guaranteed pee stop.
Oh well... something else not to go back to Blighty for...
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