They now recognise us here. This is the perfect place for a greasy breakfast after a rancid night out – we’ve even been there most recently on both Saturday and Sunday. Luckily this place is named after its clock decorations covering the walls rather than the social media platform, although thankfully the clocks are frozen in time.

In popular demand, we have the breakfast ciabatta, filled with runny fried egg, bacon, sausage and mushrooms, creating a true delight. Alongside such breaded monstrosities we also have generous full plates, toasties and jacket potatoes, all portions that will not disappoint. The coffee is also pretty darn nice and there’s also fresh orange juice for the scurvy prone. Be warned – if you order a side of toast, they will give you enough to feed an average sized orphanage.

The booths let us sit altogether and have really made us feel like we are in some strange American sitcom. The staff are wonderful and have been running this place like clockwork (pun intended) since the 90s. Hopefully one day, they will award us a family discount.

I’ll leave it to Alex VT to rank the croissants.

OVERALL PROS: great food for the soul (not the heart) and incredible vibes.

A CON: there is no signal….