Woodstock

Crosby, Stills and Nash haven't turned up yet, but young students fill this cafe. The bohemian spirit of its namesake haunts the folky soundtrack and every–man–for–himself attitude to seating. But don't be fooled, their menu's a serious affair. Just choosing the bread for your sandwich is a difficult task, never mind the filling. It's been around longer than most of the mad professors at the campus across the road and practice has made perfect. Good grub cheap enough to fill that hole in your beans–on–toast–twice–daily diet.

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