There's quite a few around here – a lot of lorry traffic from the M25 and sitting in a big mobile chair all days needs all the calories God can spare. Plus it's Surrey and no one really wants to acknowledge the current decade, they want to beat the future back with rolled up copies of the Daily Mail.
It always delights me in a childish way to order the 'number 2' breakfast at the one down the road (it's on the A22 opposite the Dildo Proving Grounds). With an extra hash brown. The toast is white and fat as your mum, and the tea comes in a proper mug. It's served by eastern Europeans, of course, but let's not talk about that. All the other food comes with chips, which is right and proper. It's probably a bit clean for a greasy spoon, but hey, they have some kind of rules these days about not keeping sausages around long enough for them to become sentient.