|Dirty toilets, expensive food and terrible service, but...|
Oh what a pleasure it once was, after driving for hours along one of Britain's overcrowded and crumbling motorways, to be able to stop the car and stretch one's legs in a Little Chef restaurant.
There used to be hundreds of the red and white buildings scattered throughout the land, but following his fall from grace, and the emergence of swankier motorway service areas, our dear friend is on his last legs, and the number of restaurants has dwindled to just a few.
Park the car, get out and admire the scenery. The bins are overflowing with rubbish and there's a terrible stench of exhaust fumes wafting in from the nearby petrol station. But don't hang around outside, because inside is the place to be.