In Belfast, we ducked into a kind of depressing market because I had spotted a second-hand store (which turned out to not have great vintage Fred Perry/Ben Sherman finds as I was hoping, but instead was all American duds - Wranglers, Levi's, Aloha shirts, etc.)
But in the market, we also spotted a food court with a counter serving all day fry-ups. Redneckhunter opted for a small fry (egg, bacon, sausage, and fried soda bread) - this was the small, can't even imagine what the large fry was like. And I got beans on toast -- classic British comfort food. At something like 1 pound 50 for each plate, we could see why this seemed to be a favorite of high school boys after school, judging from our fellow food court diners.