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.

Husband and I sometimes drink a pint of wine in the evening. It saves having to unrecline the sofa and refil.

Sorry very late responding to this

Foxes was it 'leek, ash and truffle oil'? because if so just an honest but faggy management and so to be applauded.

No it was definitely 'leek ash, and truffle oil' (the Oxford comma is my addition). Fuck knows what leek as is, obviously I nodded knowingly (it was off a one of several Christmas menus I had to select).

Ash mmmm http://www.greatbritishchefs.com/how-to-cook/how-to-cook-with-ash

I've been reading "Social class in the 21st Century" today (no, really) and I stopped to separate the DC who were locked in mortal combat at a play barn at the bit where it said that the more priveleged types approached stereotypically working class stuff with irony, which made it ok to them. I think it means that they consume the same thing, while still feeling superior because they do it consciously. Like a guilty pleasure. While those who are from that background just like it.

So... surely that means that we only need one Greasy Spoon per town, and if that's right then there is no place for pea shoots and nasturtiums in your salad, nor poncy non-plates, ever. I think?

Or perhaps I'm missing the appeal of your dinner running over the sides of a bit of slate.

Foxes well I was just about to suggest a vernacular and veggie version of corned beef hash but now I know setting fire to things is real posh cooking. Which raises dh and his bbqing to a whole new level of accomplishment.

I've been hooked on the Great British Menu. Not for the horseradish tweels or strawberry redacted coulis...but, for that chef called Tom [rubs knees]

You mean incinerating food is posh. So Mumsnetting whilst cooking has inadvertently enhanced my social status on more than one occasion.

Our old toaster used to produce astonishingly on trend toast complete with a wheat flour ash.

So it's just burnt leek? Pfffff.

I've got no idea what anyone is saying on this thread, but it's bloody funny.

Toodles60

What era are you from fgs? I went in the wrong class cafe? Crikey the most ridiculous post ever made here. Are you really whining because you had salad with a sausage roll? Get a grip woman fgs. Stop acting as though its 1950's America and you aren't allowed in certain places. Ridiculous.

Firstly, the space penguins make all their occasional tables wear ginger wigs in case the shiny things arrive unexpectedly. That is the most ridiculous post ever made on here.

Secondly, salad I could have handled. I've had many diner/food relationships with salads in the past and I assume I will again in the future. But it was drizzled on! Against my will! A drizzle was always some kind of crazy thing that happened to other people's salads. I never would have guessed it could ever happen to me next to a boating lake and miniature village. I just wanted the the sausage roll. Naked and glistening with grease. I wasn't ready for the folderol it was served with. Or the salad.

Threedly, Talc is right. I'm no Lady. Far too common. Ladies start at lower upper onwards.

Forthright, I know I'm allowed anywhere without an injunction against me, but just because you can do something it doesn't mean you should. I assume you've been cursed by God with not being British to not understand that.

I wasn't allowed in a posh bar once. I had to take my trousers off.

And I'm pretty certain I don't like in 1950's America. Probably.

Didn't everyone break into song a lot and go to diners all the time in 1950's America?

Yeah, but toodles didn't call you a lady, Tiggy. (And I'm almost certain that penguin thing isn't the most ridiculous post ever either)

Penguins? What penguin post - I missed that. Is it about pet penguins? Humboldts, Gentoo or Emperor?

I'm not sure drizzling was ever a problem in 1950s America but I may be wrong. I'm quite happy to be corrected on that point if necessary.

Rain has always drizzled, even in 1954. Bet that's where it started. Rain to lemons to squid ink.

Foxes space penguins, Tiggy's pleasant little fiction.

Space penguins 🐧. My favourite sort.

It's possibly I've missed a few pages.

Haven't read anything like the whole thread. However I need to post re the Speckularius biscuits - I'm 50% Dutch and these are an absolutely vital part of Autumn/Christmas. Lidl supplying them at this time of year is saving us having to send a family member over to Rotterdam on a mission.

My local chippie in a definitive non working class area has taken to serving fish and chips with a quarter lemon...fruit with my fat

Pah at your Greggs doughnuts - a serving of Monsieur Greggs finest lardie cakes is what you are after!

anyone know when the Christmas bakes start, my favourite

MaQueen I agree, Tommy Banks is delicious!

Indian restaurants also coming under pressure. When were you last given a laminated pudding menu featuring ice cream in a plastic orange skin that had spent at least a year in the back of a freezer