The loneliness of the long-distance traveller
Or, breakfast for one.
Today I had to run a mercy errand to London which necessitated catching the 7.30 am bus to Haverfordwest station where I had a 50 minute wait for the train. I was pleased to find the Platform One Diner open for business. (There is only one platform actually.) It's the kind of place where, if you ask for a cup of tea it's a milky mugful that's plonked on the counter. 'Well, you never said you wanted it black!"
I was captivated with the style of the place, evidently aimed at blending the American institution of the diner with the typical British railway caff, hence avocado moulded plastic chairs and decorative wall mirrors alongside traditional sauce/ketchup bottles and a clock to remind us of Time's winged chariots (as it were) hurrying near.
The menu was adorned with a sign that promised "It ain't healthy but it sure tastes good" and the choice included chips, burgers and a Fat Boy breakfast viz. 3 bacon, 3 sausages, 2 egg, 2 hash browns, black pudding, mushrooms, fried slice & tomato or beans. If that's what this solitary young man was tucking into, it sure must have fueled him for a long, long journey.
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