Address: Broad Street, Cambourne , CB23 6EY [google maps
Telephone: 01954 715 607
Website: http://www.morrisons.co.uk/Store-finder/About-customer-services/Store-services/Cafe/
Opening hours: 08:00-19:00, Monday-Wednesday and Saturday; 08:00-20:00, Thursday-Friday; 09:30-15:00, Sunday
Type: Breakfasts, Coffee and Canteen.
Posh or common: Common.
Take-it-away option: Yes, from the shop.
Lavoratoire Garniers: Fine.
Number of tables: 45.
Clientele: Cambournites.
Could I take my parents?: Yes. A lot of people take there parents. A lot of people are shouting from the cutlery, "Mum! Mum! Do you want ketchup?" And then their Mum shouts back "yes."
Service: Quick, apart from an odd queueing system.
Price for a main course: 2.50-4.50 GBP.
Portion size: Fine, although the trick of putting a normal-sized dinner on a little plate, is employed.
Menu choice: Loads of breakfasts (1 vegetarian), loads of mains (2 vegetarian, plus things like jacket potatoes or salad or grass).
Good: Good value. The fish and chips is enormous, and the chicken roast dinner gives you half a chicken, although the chicken is a bit spindly, like Charles Hawtrey. A breakfast here is as good as any other, and you are allowed to make substitutions. Fried bread comes as standard, and I don't like fried bread, so I swap it for toast.
Bad: The coffee is revolting. There is a 2-part queuing system which doesn't work, sometimes. It gets all the grannies confused. You order your food first from the busy man who is never there, and then you queue to get drinks and then you pay at the till at the end, where you say "I couldn't order back there, because no one was there," and they say, "there should be," and you say "well, there isn't," and then they shout at someone behind a wall, and then a man appears. You are only allowed one ketchup per breakfast, unless you pay for more.
About this Food Blog
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My big, fat paramour loves food and would want a food blog to be about food. She said that a discussion of anything else would be ridiculous. Sometimes, I don't really care what she says. I like good service best, in a restaurant. My friend, Julio Baptista, likes large portions. My mother won't go back anywhere with bad toilets. Once, in France, she pulled the fringe of her scarf through the bottom of a men's urinal and nearly died from the dirtiness she felt. She hadn't realised and put the scarf back on and she got stranger's wee on her face.
People want different things from a restaurant. I focus here on a discussion of good/bad food and lavs and service and other, in Cambridge restaurants.