People go in search of a monstrosity. I did too. Rather, I found an outdated café, an internet smear campaign, and a well-meaning, thoughtful man with a fascinating story to tell.
It’s lunchtime on a Wednesday and the Palace Restaurant Café is empty, other than Alan. He’s owned the place for 34 years and still opens every morning. 10 o’clock, he’ll be here, seven days a week. Standing behind the counter, peering over glasses resting on the end of his nose, he greets me with a nervous smile. I was here last Wednesday. Alan made me a bacon cheeseburger and vanilla milkshake.
Written for, published by whynow. With a special thanks to Alan. Read in full below:
https://whynow.co.uk/read/we-discover-the-story-behind-londons-worst-rated-restaurant/
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