Wimpy

The Wimpy restaurant on Cardiff Road holds many childhood memories for me. Every half-​term my grandparents would take me and my brother to the Wimpy at the top of Caerphilly for some quality, greasy grub after a day out. It was the law, it was tradition, and it was a traditional law that I enjoyed being enforced.
However, as the years went on and we grew up, the trips to the restaurant faded and so did our childhood. No more school holiday visits to Wimpy, no more overly greasy eggs and no more partially diced fully-​circled sausages half-​buried beneath a mountain of beans and chips.
While I don’t miss the greasy fry ups (unless I’m hungover), I do miss those days sometimes; spending quality time with family, sharing a laugh and a joke with people who are no longer here.
Time changes a lot of things, but there are certain places and venues that have the powerful ability to instantly take you back to a time when things were so much simpler and the only thing that mattered was that moment, there and then.
This particular restaurant is one of those places.