I tried a cooked breakfast at an award-winning Bristol cafe but wasn’t impressed

When No.12 Easton opened its doors in 2013, the corner cafe was unique in the neighbourhood. It has since won an award and been featured in Time Out as one of the best cafes in Bristol.

Whether this place is overpriced is debatable. Given that nearby Este Kitchen, Aesop's and the recently opened and highly-popular Garden of Easton all offer similar breakfast choices, with similar prices.

Some say that you get what you pay for, but I’m not sure. To the untrained eye, £6.25 for beans on a single slice of toast seems shocking but maybe I just need educating on the value of homemade beans and the sacredness of sourdough bread.

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The beans on toast can be enjoyed for £6.25 or for £8.25 if you wish to add one tomato as this customer did and later regretted. (Yvonne Deeney)

I went for the Full Easton instead, which set me back £10.50. My vegetarian breakfast included homemade beans in a cup, mushrooms, mixed vegetables, half a tomato and a generous helping of two different homemade sauces which ended up mostly going to waste.

The other half of the breakfast consisted of one fried egg, two slices of halloumi cheese, one homemade hash brown and a large slice of sourdough toast. The chopped up carrot, cauliflower and potato was unexpected.

When No.12 opened in 2013 it was the only one in the neighbourhood. (Yvonne Deeney)

I have always been a fan of hash browns and the 'seasonal hash' on my plate was, in my opinion, the tastiest item. It is a shame, that it was just a tiny sliver that disappeared so quickly, without the benefit of photographic evidence, I may have forgotten it was there at all.

Not everyone will agree with my subjective analysis as the cafe is highly popular, the food has won an award and one TripAdvisor reviewer named No.12 as 'possibly the best cafe in Bristol'. The whitewashed walls give a calming atmosphere for those who sit there for hours working on their laptops.

I didn't realise until I left that my breakfast was missing the veggie sausage advertised on the menu pinned to the door outside (Yvonne Deeney)

While I sit uncomfortably on a small wooden stall I wonder why there is a manual whisk on the shelf above my head. I cannot feel the love from the heart-shaped pattern on my latte when there is a veggie sausage mysteriously absent from my plate.

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