22/08/2026
As hard as we tried to keep her away, Mrs Doubtfire is making a guest appearance.
HELLLOOOOOOOO MY DEARIES — OH SWEET MERCIFUL HEAVENS, EVERYTHING IS HAPPENING AT ONCE!
I’ve only just burst through the kitchen door and already the Yorkshires are rising like they’re trying to escape, the roasties are crackling like a Cornish thunderstorm, and the gravy… THE GRAVY… it’s bubbling like it’s plotting something!
We open at 10 for breakfast , then serving Sunday roast from 12.30, along side our normal lunch menu, assuming I survive that long.
I’ve dropped my wooden spoon twice, tripped over a tea towel, and shouted at a pan — AND THE PAN SHOUTED BACK. I’m sweating like a seagull chasing a pasty!
Eat in or take away, my loves — booking preferred, because if you all turn up at once I WILL combust like a badly wired toaster.
www.fat frog cafe.co.uk/reservations
