Chips at 9am on a weekday? I can’t say I’ve started my day like this before but when in Stockwood, it would be rude not to do as the locals do.
Sandwiched between the Crazy Angels hairdressing salon and John’s Off-Licence (with its window sign announcing that the shop pre-fills its own helium balloons, presumably aimed at any bored local yoofs who might have alternative uses for small silver canisters of nitrous oxide), Mario’s Cafe is very much the hub of Stockwood. Mario himself also has a second business a few doors down in this rank of 1960s-built shops where he serves sandwiches and Sunday roasts.
At 9am, Mario’s Cafe was doing a brisk trade. There were a few school-run mums having a breather over strong coffee and bacon sandwiches, a few hi-vis workmen refuelling before their next job and a solitary chap with his nose buried in a Tom Bradby paperback.
