St. Johns Coffee House

This is a cute little coffee shop despite what some have said. Yeah it’s cheap, and greasy food is served up without apology, but I love the booth style seating! It’s very cozy.
You can order anything from egg on toast to a full English breakfast, and naturally they offer tea, coffee, hot chocolate, and also cold drinks and some other meal/​snack items.
It’s pretty handy if you are shopping in St John’s and need a place to eat lunch.

St John’s Coffee House might conjure images of a cute independent coffee house with rustic wooden benches and tasteful black and white photos of John Lennon. The reality however, couldn’t be further from the truth!
Based in St John’s shopping precinct, SJCH is actually an old greasy spoon with chipped tables, sticky seats and brusque staff. If you ask nicely, you’ll get a cup of cheap, instant coffee for a quarter of the price than Starbucks. The thing most of the customers seem to go for however, is a bit of a gossip and a hearty plate of fried eggs, bacon, sausages and chips.

From the sublime to the… ultimately down to earth, popping over from the Met Quarter to St John’s Precinct is not only like stepping back in time, it’s like stepping into a completely different set of values, way of life — and it’s all the better for it.
St John’s Coffee House is one of those places that’s super endearing. Whereas the Met Quarter has the potential to be a little bit poncey and snobby, you can’t even begin to say that about this coffee house. First of all, it’s not a coffee house in the way we know it nowadays. This is a traditional, no frills, department store-​esque kind of place.
It’s massively authentic and frequented by a much older clientele as you can imagine, but St John’s Precinct is the kind of shopping centre you find the budget branches, the discount stores, the Kwik Saves and the Farmfoods and you can picture the rest. Therefore if you want the true gritty Liverpool experience, I’d suggest you enjoy your cup of cha here. Lime Street station is only over the road so you can even have a drink or a quick sandwich in here while you’re waiting for a train, and it’s a greasy spoon in the best possible sense with banterful staff and real character.

St John’s Coffee House is the greasy spoon to end all greasy spoons!
(Beware, you may be given a greasy spoon… possibly take your own plastic cutlery.) I’m joking, it’s lovely, I trust these guys wholeheartedly.
It’s tucked away in St John’s and is full of OAPs getting their morning chinwag and tea. Inside, it’s very much your basic café. Little booths and cheerful staff in checked aprons.
The sausage and bacon butty. Wow. Greasy as they come, but if you have a hangover, my goodness, it will be cured on exiting this place. It’s busy and you may feel bad for taking some old nanna’s usual seat but it’s a great caf to come to if you’re running low on pennies, need some real comforting greasy food and want cheering up by a group of gossiping grans.

This café gave me the impression of a old traditional English feel and almost felt as if I was going back in time.
It is a small café in a quiet area of St. John’s Precinct that serves basic food for really cheap prices. Generally, it does seem to attract more of the older generation and at the time, was busy which suggested its popularity. The appearance of the place is as simple as you can get and is quite heated.
I ordered a standard breakfast, including tea for £3.60; the food was served quickly and hot. What more could I want. The only thing was that I was given a grotty fork which I did manage to replace. More importantly, the quality of breakfast was decent.

A small greasy spoon-​style café nestled between the shops, this is extremely good value for what it offers. You can get a full english, (complete with mug of tea and 5 sugars!) or small snacks to eat in or take away, and I don’t think I saw anything over £4 on the menu.
The floors are yellowing tiles and the tables are chipped — you’d never get a Pulp Fiction holdup scene taking place in here. The serving ladies are brusque and suspicious, but I’m sure they’re salt of the earth and mean well really. I didn’t bother to ask them if they had wi fi — I’m sure they’d think I was being a gobby little upstart. If you’ve got a bit of change left over after your bus fare you could do worse than coming and sitting here — if nothing else, it’s a fascinating study of human behaviour!