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.

"Can't drink proper tea at work as no pot and no fresh milk possible."
I read this and thought to myself that "there's naught wrong with tinned milk in tea." Now I was raised Elsewhere, so often miss the finer points of the British Class System despite my mum's best efforts, but I suspect that this means I have no place on a thread discussing the existential crises of the middle classes. Do I have that right?

I'm afraid Ninja that owning up to drinking tinned milk in tea outs you completely as beneath the class system. Not even aspiring hipsters would go that far.

There was a thread about how to correctly pronounce Quinoa and the Peruvian / Spanish locals say Kee-Noah.

Keenwah is a joke played upon upper middle class pretentious hippy hipsters. Just saying...

As I typed into google, the words.....Peruvian pronunciation of quinoa.....i realised I was in danger of being sucked into an off black hole the size of Hoxton (or is it Hackney or Hornsey that is new hipsterville). Mind you, I grew up wearing fucking hand painted shoes, I am probably there already.

Naice English people would always say that it is pronounced Keen Wah, and I think I've even bought it with this written on the packet, but yes, native Spanish speakers would indeed pronounce it Kee-Noah, or probably Kee NO ah with stress on the NO, unless there is an accent in there somewhere to indicate otherwise.

Hand. Painted. Shoes? What Fresh Hell is this?

I went to Scotland one to the chipper (see they didn't even call it a chippy!) they were offering such delights as battered slice of meat feast pizza! Now that is the future right there! I didn't have one but it looked grand. It reminded me of our school youth club that would batter anything you bought in, they meant mars bars and the like but naturally we took the piss and started battering starburst and the like.

Cafes are a mine field, we don't have many left around these parts that won't try and add a swirl of some oily shite to your plate in the name of presentation. The bastards!

I'd like to think there was a good reason for my dad to paint my shoes with folk art designs and it was good for building my character to stand out etc, but in reality I think he was just a bit of a bellend.

hazeyjane

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hazey did your Dad hate you, or something???

I thought of this thread just now when I obtained the most working class dining-related injury known to man. Basically it's take-away night in our house, and me and DH agreed to get a chippy tonight. All was going swimmingly with all the greasy, battered goodness until I dropped some lava-hot mushy peas down my cleavage, and have therefore burnt my left boob on mushy peas.

Oh kitkat I bet you didn't even do that in an ironic manner!

FruitCider it'seems only fair to tell you that that particular bit of that particular city has gone up in the world. The term 'gentrification' definitely applies. As for that cafe, they even sell halloumi and the chips come in buckets. Oh,and drizzling. Cool place though.

Love it hazeyjane. I feel your young selfs pain!

Fresh milk in tea is always possible. You need two flasks - one for hot water, another for cold milk.

Or a carrier bag to put milk into and hang off out of the window. That's what we did at university to stop food being stolen from the communal fridge
But it was a RG university - very middle middle with upper middle things like quads so it isn't as working as it might sound on first read

I find UHT skimmed milk is ok if I cant get fresh - its the fatty constituents which change flavour when heat treated, I think.

hazey what kind of shoes? I am picturing wooden clogs.

spare I took that to mean you literally poured the milk into the carrier bag at first... it's definitely time for bed.

I presume you checked her bag, to see if she has any glass balls?!

Why would you keep glass balls in a bag? Why would you need multiple balls? Why not just look at the glass ball bag to establish the class of the cafe based on what the glass ball reader had procured?

Details! Or you just create more questions

Well, that pot has the benefit that no-one would nick it.

I avoid quinoa, it's such a minefield. I try to avoid going down the aisle if I'm alerted to the fact it's on a shelf down there.

In face life's worldful of minefield words: chippers are chippys here too, don't even start me on the colquial word for sandwich.

I drink my tea black.

*Colloquial; missed out a lo there, evidently it was too close to lol, and this is certainly not a laughing matter.

Students are immune to normal class distinctions because they're always assumed to be broke as their natural state - so things like hanging milk on a carrier out of the window or eating at the grimmest possible eating establishments is perfectly normal no matter what class they are by birth and where they're studying. The occasional ones who are very well funded by parents and continue to drink decent wine rather than snakebite and black are the oddities.

The thread that keeps on giving!

I was once served tea with Carnation milk by a new boyfriend. I almost dumped him but he was from Ghana so I put it down to "culture" and gave him the benefit of the doubt.