fry—up, fried breakfast. a calorie laden plate of fried eggs, baked beans, black pudding, mushrooms, tomatoes, that have filled many bellies and cured many hangovers over the years. but this great tradition is under threat because the greasy spoon cafes that have traditionally served up this dish are disappearing up and down the country. well, back injanuary we sent lucy to a cafe in east london that is determined to keep that great british fry—up flag flying. hey, you must be ned? hi, lucy! hello, nice to meet you. nice to meet you. hhow are you? how are you? i am good, i am good. how are you? i am good, thank you. this caff is a true family affairand it has been passed down between generations since the 1900. my dad was born upstairs in 1925, along with his brothers and sisters. we used to come in here before school, we would come in here after school. it is part of our lives.