Goodbye little Chef

So the Little Chef has gone. Once the oasis in a newish motorway network completely devoid of anything. With it’s highly priced food, and the way it always puzzled me that it was a restaurant which tried to entice you into buying chocolate bars and boiled sweets at the little stand at which you had to pay. All the finest restaurants do it you know, in a sort of ‘if you didn’t like our food, why not try this junk?’ sort of way. Always full of businessmen in pale grey suits with paler grey strips. Where a slice of toast used to cost more than a week in Brighton. Still, it always used to be a treat on family trips to visit relatives in Rugby – Beans on toast with margarine on the toast…