Can't remember the place name.
All food on the menu (of the bacon roll etc variety) was off. The chef, in his grimy whites, was consenting to making microwaved bacon rolls in the end though.
I went back a fortnight later as a DIY repeat of the route (not claiming any DIY points, just re-riding the route for fun). Again, only seemed to be serving full Sunday lunches, not snacks. He said he could do a chicken breast in a baguette though (well, I think that's what he grumpily muttered).
I first saw the bread scrunched up in his dirty hand as he brought it from the back room through the cafe to the open plan kitchen area. When it hit my plate the bread was warm and wet (I think it'd been microwaved) and the chicken was... well a funny colour and crunchy. I think it'd been cooked on the same hotplate that everything else had been cooked on that day.