How good is the full English at Cafe Twelve in Bolton?

Fry-up enjoyers almost have a formula in their mind of how their dream breakfast looks, and for me, I found it last week!

Cafe Twelve at Bradshaw Fisheries opened at the start of this month; its location is an absolute cracker - offset at the bottom of a windy road next to a fisherman-filled lake.

You can either sit on the terrace overlooking the serene aquatic setting or keep warm in the cafe's main dining hall.

I chose the latter.

The first thing that strikes you is the efficiency of the operation, three rows of dining tables, with two lanes in between, see waitresses and waiters zoom up and down.

A lovely interior (Image: NQ) Like over-eager exam invigilators, there's no messing about.

But I should add it's not in a callous one-in-one-out way.

The manager is out on the front lines with his staff, providing an extremely warm welcome upon arrival.

I loved the atmosphere as well, plenty of people are in there with dogs chatting among themselves and to other tables - all while keeping an eye on their food-crazed pooches to make sure no grub is snatched from under their noses.

But I wouldn't blame the dogs if they did try any Houdini-style attempts at making their owners' food vanish, because I was about to discover how good it tastes.

For £10 I ordered a 'big breakfast' - which is really good going when you factor in the location and the portion size - and a flat white for £3.15, also not too bad.

This is where the formula for the perfect breakfast comes into things:

• Eggs and beans cannot mix, and everything possible should be done so that it's up to the customer's discretion.

• Black pudding is an absolute must, but if it's got the texture of a hockey puck you may as well have not bothered.

• Bacon shouldn't be crispy, and the fat should be left on.

• And absolutely the most important, toasted white bread needs to be involved, no sourdough! 

If a place checks three of those options, it's good, I leave a happy and nourished man.

If a place ticks off all four, then I'm thrilled, and will habitually return whatever the cost may be.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see my first feast of the day arriving; there was a separate plate with white toast; things got even better when I noticed the beans sequestered in a little pot; the bacon looked perfect.

We were three down, one to go, and the plate was under my nose.

"Enjoy your meal," the waitress said.

But where was my black pudding? Panicking, in a frenzy, I searched beneath all the scrumptious rubble.

And then, the little black slice of joy poked its head out from underneath a tomato, it was soft and rich.

The list was completed, I hadn't even taken a bite and my eyes were telling me I was in for a treat.

(Image: NQ) Beginning with the sausages, my knife smoothly sliced through them, and the pork was epically flavoursome.

I don't know what they feed the pigs at the farm that supplies Cafe Twelve, but other places need to take note as the bacon was equally delectable - I've tried so hard to avoid using that food-review buzzword but there we go.

(Image: NQ) The mushrooms were on point, and no mouth full of fungal-infused water when you bite down on them.

I asked for my eggs poached, they were done to a tee.

The beans were allowed to flourish in their own environment, and the un-interfered-with taste allowed for them to be a little sweeter.

The hash brown, the tomato, and the crucial black pudding all followed suit.

Plus, my coffee came in a proper mug, even with a little biscuit.

Cafe Twelve is exquisite, the staff are friendly yet ruthlessly efficient, and the food is hearty in portions and mouth-watering in taste.

I can't pick one issue out, they even do draft beer for later on in the day.

Wow, just wow!

Location: Cafe Twelve, Bradshaw Hall Fisheries, Slack Lane, Bolton BL2 4JW