Went in a cafe of the wrong class today. [sad face]

I'm confused too.

I don't like the first term here, but was always taught.

Underclass, working class, lower middle, middle, upper class toffs.

It seems like there's more classes to try to understand
OP, you have opened a can of worms and I hope you are satisfied.

I guess I work, so am working class. Maybe lower middle as we have that cultural whatever it is people call it.

[peers icily over the top of her lorgnettes at user...]

"poster Heatherjayne1972 Thu 27-Oct-16 19:25:11
Um I'm missing something here"

Indeed

Chaz - I see your McDonald's and I raise you.........

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FIVE GUYS! !!!

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Earlier a friend sent me a link to a restaurant, wondering whether we should try it out. As soon as I clicked on it, I knew it wasn't for me because whilst the food was served on an old enamel plate - ok, not as outlandish as bread in a flat cap or a spud on a housebrick, I thought, the plate was on a place mat, which was a folded sack.......a folded, fucking hessian sack.

I don't know what sort of class you are if that seems like a good idea.

I am so confused by this thread!
'Upper middle', 'middle lower' class - is there a 'middle middle' and 'upper lower' or indeed 'lower upper' class??

And how does this apply to me?
Not being a Britisher n'all?!

Nasturtium flowers taste nice

The last time I ate a sausage roll, it was filled with wild rabbit and thyme, served on an unbleached paper plate, with matching napkin and a wooden fork. No drizzle, or salad.

Imagine my confusion!

The cafe had the words 'artisan bakery' in its name, and I was on a bike... which class do I belong to?

actually I am just about to McQueen......

Good God, surely no one drinks Earl Grey with milk in it, do they??? Are they monsters...?

one of them even had sarsparilla on the menu

You can usually tell if you are in a lower-middle class establishment or a middle-middle class establishment I find by the hot drinks menu. For example a lower-middle class establishment will advertise that they sell 'tea', but a middle-middle class will tell you they serve Earl grey, Darjeeling, English breakfast, Red Bush and a variety of herbal teas. In the latter establishment unfortunately they tend not to serve PG tips, so you must request an English breakfast tea as the nearest suitable alternative. You are probably in an upper-middle class establishment if they have the audacity to offer you lemon with your tea rather than milk.

this week I went back to my roots in East St Walworth and tried some marvellously downmarket cafes - the only artisanal items in there were the builders slurping tea and scoffing vast plates of chips.

Psammead thanks for the tip. Will pass it on to FidGirl who bakes. I put a lot of effort in when the children were small, I leave it to her (thankfully) these days. Don't like baking, don't like cake. Do love GBBO though Might be an expat thing.

Surely aspirational lower middle class would refer to it as a Sausage en Croute served with salad a la jardiniere with a basil oil emulsion. They would eat it with a knife and fork (held properly) and use a serviette.

Upper class would use their hands to eat and dunk it in brown sauce and use a napkin whist studiously avoiding all of the vegetables as the watery carrots served in boarding school had put them off for life.

I usually give up and go to McDonalds.

I love this thread!

I think we need the Queen to appoint Grayson Perry her royal cafe counsellor. He should be given the task of drawing up a Domesday book of every cafe in Britain, with its exact class status marked. It could become the Michelin star system of Gregs through to artisan olive bread and nasturtium flowers served on a slate, with (right at the top of the class tree, because they want food that reminds them of school dinners at public school) sausage and mash and spotted dick and custard.

Isn't deep fried ice cream just baked alaska ? very popular in the 80s. for those who are old enough to remember. It sounds good.

DH and I had lunch at a boho-artisanal cafe up in The Lakes at the weekend.

There was French linen bunting, and a blackboard message informing us there was no WiFi because 'it's good to talk.' (DH and I have been together for 25 years, WTF do we have left to talk about?)

On being served a salad, DH was horrified to find nasturtiam flowers in it and sprigs of mint. He had no idea how to proceed.

Finally, after much consternation, he carefully placed the foliage on his napkin, declaring quietly "If I'd have wanted to do some f*cking gardening, I'd have brought my spade..."

This is why I stick with Greggs. You know where you are with Greggs

Well, you'd think you are, but I was nearly thrown out of one in the West Midlands for asking for a sandwich in a breadcake, forgetting that no-one outside Yorkshire knows what a breadcake is or why you'd want ham in one. They kept pointing me towards the sliced bread in triangle packet things, which are a vastly inferior way of making a sandwich IMHO.

Mention of chip shops in the south west above reminds me of the time I was with a colleague who had the misfortune to ask for a fishcake only to be presented with a tiny breadcrumb covered disc of disappointment filled with mash and fish flakes.

He didn't realise that outside Yorkshire they don't have real fish cakes in their chip shops, poor sods.

(In Yorkshire, a fish cake is a slice of fish between 2 slices of potato which is then battered and deep fried. They can be substantial enough to serve as a small meal or decent snack on their own and look like:

Poor Baby Tapas . Are they kept in a cage and only let out when in Adult customer eats? That's barbaric.

I once had deep fried ICE CREAM in a Scottish restaurant (posh one too, it came with a raspberry coulis). T'was one of the bestest things I've ever put in my mouth. [ 😝

I ordered a cocktail once. It came in a frickin PLASTIC BAG (with a straw).

Pots of brown sauce to dip your sausage roll in? Excellent.

Superheroes

I wonder if they got the idea from the cafe that served "fish and child" to an earlier poster?

Now seems like an opportune thread to share this..

Er... darlings... I hope this isn't too late to be useful, but if you're going to start using de rigueur (as several were about 3 pages ago), may one respectfully suggest that you learn to spell it first?