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.

I've just found crab and salmon paste on a website I'd forgotten about, an English shop in Cologne.

V Enid Blyton. Instead of ginger beer I could have it with Stone's Ginger Wine. Sounds like a vile mix Apols to anyone with A Head this morning.

Yesterday I went to Morrisons and bought some mini pork pies for DH as a post ironic nod to his working class roots. When he opened the packet they were actually (and rather surprisingly) full of black pudding. And do you know what? I have SO middle-classed him that he ate them without a murmur.

Even pork pies are no longer safe

I had the opposite problem. I went into a cafe in a big outlet store and the tea was builder's tea with 2 teabags in one pot. I am a delicate middle class flower who can only drink weak earl grey or herbal. It was so strong I had to get an extra pot of water, fill the cup with milk and add loads of sugar to make it drinkable.

When I click to open this thread I get a **fucks advert offering "tea reimagined" with pictures of glasses of green and yellow gloop.

Big Brother is watching me and trying to intimidate me, but I am resisting and drinking my morning pot of Assam.

You ate sugar user????????

The upper lower upper middle classes are shaking with fear....

USER..builders tea with lots of sugar?!? the only saving grave here is the ironic use of a pot, otherwise its dangerously close to builders tea proper.

i think pre steeped urn tea is the next big thing..

Obscure fact of the day: in the RN, a large water boiler tea urn thingy is known as a fanny.

I would like to see this extended further into society.

Camilla, Duchess of Cornshire: Benson, do fetch one a mug of char from the fanny. I have a mouth as dry as a nun's gusset.

Benson: Yes Ma'am. Would Ma'am like a gypsy cream on the side?

Benson proffers melamine tray of Family Favourites

enter Prince Charles, hoiking up trousers with rolled-up Daily Express under arm

Charles, Duke of Catford: One has just restocked the lake with brown trout. Alright gel?

continues ad naus

Lovely talc
What's a Greek Urn?
About ten bob a week.

Boom Boom!

Vanilla - I do believe I have busted another rib.

Nobody has discussed East London pie and mash as far as I can see. Some years ago, I took a friend from NZ who watched in amazement as they threw her pie onto the plate, smeared the mash on one side and ladled on the green liquor (no drizzling here). She gamely entered into the spirit of the meal and collected her mismatched spoon and fork, put vinegar on her pie and sipped her tea from a slightly chipped mug. Pie and mash is just one thing I miss about living in East London

oh god that has got to be the worst food I have ever tasted.
When I first moved to Brixton 25 years ago, there was still a pie and mash shop. I had the eels in liquor and mash. It was the most disgusting thing I have ever tasted. Like school dinners but much much worse.

user I never got to grips with jellied eels - although exMIL (born within the sound of Bow Bells) loved them. ExH and I regularly used to go to a Pie and Mash shop for lunch on a Saturday (very classy).

as dry as a nun's gusset that's one I will remember and use at every possible occasion...

When I was a teenager my step-father belonged to The Travellers Club in Pall Mall (uber posh gentlemen's members club) and we went there for a celebratory dinner. I ordered eels as I thought it would be crunchy like whitebait. It wasn't. It was jellied and cold and slimey and rank. My mother hissed at me "Eat it, even if it KILLS you" because she didn't want me to cause a fuss.

Many years later I tried that line on DS when he wouldn't eat his mushy peas in a gastro pub. I force fed him mushy peas to avoid a scene and then he puked them up all over the table.

I know Vanilla I'm sorry, it was only once and I was desperate.

Ahhhhhhhh........but how do you pronounce QUINOA!!!!!!

This is the true test...

Kee-noir to make it almost sound French, with a good look around to make sure others have noticed. It's the only way.

Fabulous. It is not, I repeat NOT keeeenwahhhhh!

I really can't see the problem tbh.
I abhor onions ir chives being sprinkled on
my salad. If I get something I don't want, I kick myself for not being explicit enough. The person who served who served you isn't a mind reader, for goodness sake! I presume you checked her bag, to see if she has any glass balls?!

I'm currently listening to Deliciously Stella's podcasts, a spoof of you know who and her ilk. She's a bit irritatingly posh, but I think she'd fit right in on this thread.

www.instagram.com/deliciouslystella/?hl=en

In the latest one they were talking about a butter pie, which is basically potatoes and butter in pastry. I missed which area of the country it hails from.

Maybe usual didn't RTFT?

I've only ever seen butter pies in Lancashire.

Vets - I'd have thought it was hard to get to grips with any sort of eel, let alone a jellied one. I've only ever had eel as sushi.

Hmm, quinoa
Oxford dictionary says 'Keeen-wah'
Cambridge dictionary says 'Kin-wah'

I say 'Rank slimy grains that should be used as an exfoliant rather than eaten-wah'