We waited outside Wetherspoons for it to open for breakfast. Fifteen minutes later dad discovered that we were waiting at the wrong entrance. I think the entrance we were waiting at only opens for dinner; it was in a side street anyway, so it didn’t seem right. Wetherspoons was part of the same chain as the pub beside the Travelodge in York. Dad got a traditional breakfast (fried egg, sausage, bacon, hashbrowns, black pudding, half a tomato, baked beans) and A2 and I shared a vegetarian breakfast (2...

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