I am a frequenter of greasy spoon cafes. I get it from my father’s side. What their fare lacks in dietary nutrition the social and communal offerings they provide more than make up for. I especially enjoy them in off peak times as it is then that they attract peculiar outliers like myself. People who crave a sense of community and normality but in bite size portions. Who like to be with people but a distance.
The universal appeal of the greasy spoon is an excellent backdrop for observing life’s sublime contrasts.
I met Angel at one of my favourite joints in Archway, London. Our meeting was brief. We talked about clothes and style but what we communicated was something greater.