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.

Earlier a friend sent me a link to a restaurant, wondering whether we should try it out. As soon as I clicked on it, I knew it wasn't for me because whilst the food was served on an old enamel plate - ok, not as outlandish as bread in a flat cap or a spud on a housebrick, I thought, the plate was on a place mat, which was a folded sack.......a folded, fucking hessian sack.

I don't know what sort of class you are if that seems like a good idea.

Chaz - I see your McDonald's and I raise you.........

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FIVE GUYS! !!!

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"poster Heatherjayne1972 Thu 27-Oct-16 19:25:11
Um I'm missing something here"

Indeed

[peers icily over the top of her lorgnettes at user...]

I'm confused too.

I don't like the first term here, but was always taught.

Underclass, working class, lower middle, middle, upper class toffs.

It seems like there's more classes to try to understand
OP, you have opened a can of worms and I hope you are satisfied.

I guess I work, so am working class. Maybe lower middle as we have that cultural whatever it is people call it.

Vanilla
I find Five Guys a bit of a mystery. Is it middle class because its supposedly more authentic with retro formica.

Its all very confusing... I think I know where GBK and Byron sit on the poncetastic scale but Five Guys ... not sure

MaQueen, your post at 19.44 had me crying with laughing for about 5 mins. Lost in translation explaining to DH though.

The trouble with artisanal this and hand reared that is that it always tastes so disappointing.

But, Pacific, you live in the land of Deep Fried Everything. Different rules apply.

I was once asked if I wanted black tea. Of course I said I'll have it with milk. The waiter sniffed 'I mean would you like black or green tea'. Tbf this was Brighton.

Five Guys has a white board with not only the region of today's pototoes, but the farm of today's potatoes, the farmer's name AND also the names of the potato pickers.

And beer. In bottles.

You can identify the middle classes by where they keep their pot pourri.

Lower Middle: China.
Middle Middle: Cut Glass.
Upper Middle: A little wooden box picked up in a souk in Marrakesh.

Tiggy upper middles wouldnt have pot pourri.
they would probably keep their organic weed in the little wooden box

As a non-British person living with my American spouse in Edinburgh this thread is so...confusing

I'm apparently very lower class according to British standards.

I love bacon, sandwiches and everything fried. I actually simply love food in general .
And hot tubs are awesome. We had these (they looked basically like the one in the pic) when I was little and I was totally planning on buying one. Oh well, they're awesome! Let the neighbours think whatever they want

Tiggy I don't have pot pourri but Jo Malone reed diffusers and Dyptyque candles. To which class does one belong?

Five Guys has just opened in Dublin and they are queueing out the door ( seriously) to spend shed loads of money on a burger that you can't get into your mouth- I know... I queued too
Then again I've seen them queue up in the rain and the cold at Scrumdiddly's Ice Cream Parlour too. Every.Single.Night in summer.

PuppetinParadize. Noooo! My deep fried ice cream was real super clotted cream ice cream, dipped in super fine tempura batter, rolled in fine shredded coconut flakes and rapidly deep fried, so that the outside was hot and crispy and the ice cream inside was still frozen. It was delicious!
Baked Alaska is a sponge cake base with ice cream on to which is surrounded completely by meringue and baked in the oven to brown the meringue. The ice cream remains frozen because it is insulated by the sponge and meringue.

I suspect neither the working nor the upper classes have pot pourri anywhere in their houses.

Grayson Perry's episode on the middle classes had me in stitches. The upper middle were distinguished by their love of penguins (the books, not the biscuits) in replicas of the original covers. The lower middle were distinguished by the infinitessimal gradations of status they gave to one another's cars.

Wearepregnant, that kind of hot tub is quite U because it resembles hot tubs outside one's ski chalet in Aspen. It's the blue plastic types that are non-U. We know this because Cheri Blair has got one.

Je suis dèsoleé Annie it's 46 years since I did French badly!--

Actually more like this. I hope American won't think a hot tub like this is trashy. Or else my spouse might not want one...

I once went into a chippy with someone who got upset when they realised they had a Sainsbury's bag in their hand and thought the chip shop owner might be offended they also bought food elsewhere.

I thought they were joking and laughed myself stupid.

A couple of years later a psychiatrist diagnosed them with paranoid personality disorder...

boffin

Interesting you say this. because I remember them from the alps but seeing as I'm Swiss that's nothing fancy for me :D

I have to say I have never been to Greggs. I think there is one reasonably near my work, though. What is good there?

FadedRed, of course you are right. It's so long since I saw or never mind ate a Baked Alaska. This thread is going to lead me astray. I NEED sweet and sickly. NOW.

These are the bestest hot tubs ever. I am thinking of hiring one for a birthday weekend.

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