Greggs, the staple of any British high street. This one used to be awful but it’s recently been refitted and had a makeover and now it’s not too bad. There is a small seating area outside, which actually really puts me off. It’s normally full of smokers and the last thing I want to smell when looking at yummy calories is smoke. It wouldn’t bother me so much if the doors would close. The staff are friendly but a little slow and have forgotten my order a few times. Somehow two chicken bakes became two steak bakes a few weeks ago. Pretty bog standard as far as Greggs go.