Smokey Joe’s Café and Truck Stop
It’s a glorious blue-sky Saturday morning; spring is most definitely in both the air and my footsteps, and I am being treated to breakfast. Kedgeree at Claridges? Omelette Arnold Bennett at The Savoy Grill? No. The chances of my breakfast date and I devouring smoked haddock and gruyère béchamel this super-sunny morning is as likely as Victoria Beckham wrapping her collagened lips round a deep-friend Mars Bar: It’s never going to happen.
It’s a glorious blue-sky Saturday morning; spring is most definitely in both the air and my footsteps










