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

Tiggy my love, I hope you don't have the same solution as my lower middle class mother. We were staying in a lovely hotel and instead of ordering the freshly brewed cappuccino or espresso, she requested a pot of hot water at breakfast. And then whipped out her jar of Gold Blend whilst the waitress wasn't looking.

Having progressed to lower middle middle class status, I was horrified.

Hot tubs are the new pampas grass apparently shock

Don't say that!!! My NDN told me they've gotten a new hot tub, and they're having a party at the weekend. Quickly followed by an invite to the party.

I'm lower class masquerading as middle middle class. I like drizzling but prefer it in the privacy of my own home and would be appalled at drizzling in the vicinity of pastry. That's not on.

IME, a sausage roll from the National Trust means that I don't have to feed my children again that day. We are just home and everyone is STAAARVING. Except me. I am just sad. Sad and disappointed.

Pea shoots , damn autocorrect.

Errol peachiest are all the rage now. If you get given a Lollo Rosso garnish you must leave immediately.

I stayed in a posh hotel and the full English came with scattered chives and orange slices as a garnish.

If my drink arrives in a jam jar I know I'm not the target clientele.

I dream at nights of sausage rolls - with/without drizzly oily salad - here in Forrin.

Was in the land of such dreams at half-term. The Joy. Am now back in Forrin and bereft.

Have been known to drool down the airport bus window as it passed an SR Emporium.

It's only really posh if there is a board above the counter that tells you not only the name of the farm that today's meat has originated from, but the name of the farmer, his phone number, the name of his wife, her best friend's name and the name of the cow or pig you are about to eat.

I went into a local cafe today with DS and turns out it's an Arts Cafe and they do not have a license for hot food. We had tea and toast and left. I said thank you bye and no response he just looked at me funny. Obviously we are far too common to think we woud be welcome back.

Are the pea shoots regional too? I don't think I've been exposed to them before, but on holiday in Devon this summer, nearly everything (though not pud) had them. They really are not an acceptable substitute for croutons in soup.

What type of establishment would serve lasagne with a strawberry on top?
I didnt want to appear uncouth by questioning the chefs decision but...?

My friend and I went to a cafe with an accent the other day. We ordered a bacon sandwich each for breakfast. Came with a side salad.

Drizzled at made me laugh!!

I did this in central London, was pissing down and needed to take my 3 year old somewhere for lunch. The two of us dashed in, settled down and then belatedly realised it was REALLY posh, based of flowers, sugar tongs, little spindly glass tables etc.
Complete nightmare with a toddler

When I worked in a chippy (those good old student days!) we experimented with various chocolate bars to see which ones worked battered. The denser the better! Aeros, flakes, and maltesers resulted in hollow batter and much disappointment... Deep fried snickers was my personal favourite

Clearly there is a glitch in the Matrix today. We visited Lavenham and stopped at the National Trust tea rooms...or did we? Previous visits to NT tea rooms have led me to expect certain standards.

First, no hand-written sign informing us of the origin of the pork in the sausage roll. Nothing to say it was from an organic, hand-reared, beloved piggy - let alone the location of said piggy's previous home.

But then, the sausage roll was served. If "served" isn't too kind a word. NO salad garnish, with or without drizzle. NO crisps game chips. NO mini china pot of English mustard.

It was a sad, and rather dry, sausage roll.

Sorry SirCh - I am from the Deep South (of England) where deep frying is now against the law except for establishments serving tempura prawns with a soy ginger dipping sauce. And licensed purveyors of fish and chips (no sauce or gravy of course).

We stayed at a Best Western where the chef obviously thought the guests were posher than they were. Our dinner was liberally scattered with pea shoots, including the children fish fingers goujons and chips frites. We only realised the extent of quite how common we were when our pudding arrived also covered in green fucking shoots . I mean it never would have occurred to us peasants to put pea shoots on apple pie and custard or chocolate sponge pudding and ice cream. tsk tsk.

There was something artisanal about the sausage roll. Like they used an actual sausage rather than sausage meat.

But was it an outdoor reared sausage roll?
Free range? Grass fed?

This might have been an upper middle class cafeteria

They coat it in batter and deep fry it.

I have never actually tried one, but I imagine they are delicious eaten in a hot tub with a greasy sausage roll.

The deep fried Mars bar is regional cuisine. You need different parameters for that.

Love the term 'de rigeur'. I wish to use it more often.

SirChengin
Excuse my ignorance but does the chocolate not melt in the hot oil or do you put batter on it ?