Jackson Dodds - Preston

The Caffeine Queen cannot be seen with anything other than Coffee Supreme. 
Or so the tale goes. Today the tale is told far from my inner city Kingdom to the land of Preston where lies the valiant throne of Jackson Dodds. I have set off on my merry caffeinated venture to chase the account of MCR loyals and asses the treasure that lies there. As I dined and rhymed and let my taste buds do the talking I am afraid to claim that the strength of my first forlorn flat white did not pack the punch that el supremo has before. Without enough texture or heat in my milk based drink the lacklustre espresso was lost on my palate. I invited redemption for this otherwise inviting corner cafe by ordering an espresso, to find that an over extracted shot of coffee supreme, however crisp and clean is no Caffeine Queens dream.

Before I part my fair followers I must give due credit. The most impressive breakfast menu awaits you at Jackson Dodds, the drive was made worth it for the royal standard of delights at peasant prices. Grilled haloumi sat beside free range poached parcels of joy, however no match for my rich and light ricotta pancakes with perfectly seared bacon smothered in maple syrup fit for a Queen to bathe in! If you are in the land of Preston, this kingdom of culinary delights, while not a 3 beaner will certainly indulge and invite you on a wholesome ride.