Back to my Ellan Vannin, with its green hills by the sea.
I’m guessing that as a restaurant in the ticket hall (see what they did there?) of a steam train station, this is a nod to the engine drivers and firemen who used to cook their breakfasts in the firebox on the trains.
Nice touch? Too much of a gimmick? I’ll leave that up to you to decide, but in the meantime, please note the absence of any bacon (surely some sort of UN resolution has been broken here?) and just imagine the size of their dishwasher.