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

[TiggyD]

There were 2 cafes near each other. I picked the wrong one. I'm lower middle class and the cafe was for middle middle class to about lower upper class. I should have guessed by the little accent they put over the 'e' in the name.

I went in and up to the counter and asked for a sausage roll and a hot chocolate and they didn't give it to me. I was told to go sit at a table. My sausage roll came served on a plate with salad which, and you might not believe this, somebody had drizzled on! I'm guessing it was basil oil or some such frippery, although the cafe with an accent was next to a boating lake the same colour.

I should have gone to the other one where I'm sure I could have just taken the sausage roll in a bag or on a paper plate without being drizzled at.

It's hard being English.

Isn't Classics rather non-U these days

Mind you, what would I know? All this talk of deep fried mars bars has reminded me of a mars bar toastie I once had as a student stoned off my box, natch

Now THAT would be grand dipped in batter and deep fried

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The ultimate in crossing the class divide. Bangers and mash in a wine glass.

Oh dear god Meddie what an atrocity!

Oh my, that's hilarious, love the rosemary bushes sprigs rammed carefully placed on top

I give you the upside down wineglass! Wtf!

I feel deeply saddened that the white iced doughnut (with the chocolate lines across it) gets no love anymore. The doughnut of my childhood, which you used to be able to get from any independent baker but now is more commonly seen at Greggs.

I went into a cafe yesterday that had its own chickens outside.

Look at it! Look how pretty it is!

That sos and mash in a glass was in glasgow.

I've read most of the thread and not seen this John Finnemore sketch, but sorry if I missed it upthread. I love it

Bursars well heeled poverty is definitely a thing.

"Old Money Fallen On Hard Times"

If I gave DH sausage and mash in a wine glass he'd leave me!

usual - I've just googled the Boots Shoreditch collection.

Shoreditch of the nineties, maybe. Every Tom, Dick and Tarquin puts chips in buckets and burgers on slates these days. A true bang-on Shoreditch range should have plates that are upcycled Trabant hubcaps, Himalayan yak leather cutlery and breeze block table legs. With ironic napkin rings made out of sixties bebop jazz vinyl LPs.

Gail's that bastion of the middle classes sells delicious sausage rolls. Although my old man said the seeds and pepper were too much.

EverySongbirdSays Ah but I can't claim old money! My grandparents were carpenters and nurses! It's just the parental figures who worked hard to be middle class - only to have me waste their money for a humanities degree and no work ethic.

We're living in an area which is gentrifying at breakneck street and every now and then I have the unnerving terror that a local caff has closed down and been replaced by a hipster joint. In fact it usually turns out that the canny caff owner has had a purely cosmetic class transplant. They've taken down the vinyl sign in primary colours from over the door, and replaced it with something painted in Farrow and Ball, whipped the neon cardboard splash signs off the window, put all the prices up by fifty pence and continued as normal picking up trade from the passing trade that's been unable to face the queues at the latest in-crowd favourite.

*on

We do have a lot of sausage rolls in our local places, but they're normally filled with either wild boar or black pudding.

Bursars I think you might be me, even down to the Pratchett reference!

kreesh I say scone to rhyme with tone, but my Dad grew up in a council house, with an outside loo.

But, he made a shed load of money and sent me to private school, so I'm hopelessly conflicted (don't speak with RP, either).

I say scone to rhyme with bone but I am terribly middle class.

I yearn for a nice, white, round plate...anyone remember them? Think I last saw one fleetingly in about 1987, just before all plates became square or hexagonal (a la the Eternal Beau ones).

Really on point hipster cafes would serve food on a selection of 70s, Pyrex plates with the little brown/orange flower motif...

Fink I'm glad I'm not alone in my predicament.

Nonono, scone should be 'scon'. Unless you're talking about a small place beside Perth (Scotia not Australia) in which case you'd say 'scoon'.

I was thinking about Forrin after somebody posted a page or sso ago. And wanted to tell you all about a great cafe in the east of Scotland. Now a chain of 3, I think. Run by a proper German baker. One in Edinburgh suburb of Bruntsfield, others in East Lothian. The town one is like a wee bit of Germany, even the decor is Germanic (dark units, etc.). A huge assortment of traditional baking. You get a glass of Wasser with your (decently strong) coffee. I spend ages choosing, usually have Struedel cos I love Struedel, but some time I'll need to try something else, I suppose. Just needed to share. I do hope fecking Brexit doesn't cause them problems cos it's so much easier (for me) to visit Edinburgh than go to Germany every time i need cake.

I say scone to rhyme with bone but I am terribly middle class.
terribly as in making a bit of a hash of it?