Keith’s Wine Bar, 107 Lark Lane, Liverpool, L17 8UR – Visit Now
On my visit to this delightful cafe, I don’t get to meet the man himself, big Keith, who Keith’s Food and Wine Bar is named after, but if I did I’d shake him firmly by the hand. Keith’s a a firm favourite with locals, and one of the highlights of Liverpool’s highlight-heavy Lark Lane. It’s a few doors down from Freida Mo’s, a very different kind of cafe experience, and just as excellent in its own right.
Based on the most welcoming, most eccentric, most charming street in the North
Today, I’m here to try out their breakfast options. Let’s cut to the chase: it’s near-perfect. A thick slice of what seems to be homemade bread, toasted to a light golden hue and spread with the correct amount of thick, salty butter. Some nicely-grilled slices of bacon – not too thin, not too thick, and with pleasingly even grill marks – sit next to a darkly cooked sausage, a fried egg with a runny yolk and no white gloop, a big splodge of beans, a big mushroom, a cooked non-sloppy tomato, and a few cubes of roasted potato – not the most common feature of an English breakfast but certainly a nice little addition.
But of course, a great breakfast isn’t just about the food, it’s about the location and ambience and Keith has it nailed. It doesn’t try too hard, like so many self-consciously artisan cafes, but it’s certainly geared towards the independent thinker, with walls plastered with posters and flyers for left-leaning, thought-provoking events. The staff are great, happy and laid-back but keen to help out and make sure you have a good time.
My dining partner goes for the kippers, a bunch of strikingly-orange, smokey, buttery fillets lay across some thick toasted brown bread and topped with yet another flawlessly cooked egg (this time it’s poached). It looks great, it tastes great, and everyone agrees: Keith’s is great.
Strikingly-orange, smokey, buttery fillets lay across some thick toasted brown bread
If you’re Liverpool-based, or in town for a visit, head south to Aigburth and do a mini-tour of the wonderful Lark Lane. Think Chorlton before the sharp-elbowed middle-classes colonised it, think of the most welcoming, most eccentric, most charming street in the North – that’s Lark Lane. Start your day at Keith’s, grab a cup of tea and cake at Freida Mo’s, then finish off your day with an evening meal at Hafla Hafla. Thank me later.