There were 3 or 4 customers in the place, ourselves included. Some tables were littered with empties and cardboard wrappers. There were a couple of straw wrappers on the floor. We found a table and two armchairs in the corner. I cleared our table myself, placing the used cups and plates on the windowsill. The armchairs were incredibly uncomfortable, but I suspect this may be a ploy to not make you stay too long. Food wise, I chose an egg mayonnaise sandwich and a bag of crisps. Drinks; I selected a classic hot chocolate, Danny had an espresso. I was not given a plate for my sandwich, despite being asked whether or not I was eating in. I declined the squirty cream on my hot chocolate. The drink was ok, but I prefer my drinks hotter. The sandwich was chilled and tasted lovely. Danny lingered at the counter to chat to the barista about espresso cups and strengths of coffee.
Danny returned to our table, announcing that he had been given the espresso cup and saucer to take home but he was not to let a certain staff member see me put it in my bag.
I glanced around and noticed we were the only customers. I counted 5 members of staff. There were still empties on the tables and litter on the floor.
I observed that the décor, to me anyway, is drab. The shop has the feel of an old person’s front room, dim lighting and grey/beige grubby furniture.
For Danny’s second drink he opted for a latte with soya milk. The barista displayed the carton of soya milk to us when Danny, after tasting it, dared to express his doubt that it was the aforementioned milk.
Next up, I wanted a cake. As I approached the display counter I was asked by an assistant if I was ok. I replied that I was looking at the cakes. He didn’t let me look though, he proceeded to tell me all about the muffins (which were not on display) and talked me through the virtues of an iced square piece of cake. When he eventually stopped talking to me I grasped the opportunity to ask for a chocolate muffin. He said he would bring it over.
Said muffin was brought over to me without a knife but I couldn’t be bothered to walk over to the counter to ask for one so I ate it by attacking the top first, finishing with the narrow, cakey bit at the bottom. The inside was squidgy and undercooked but I assumed it was meant to be like this so I ate it.
The staff shouted “bye guys” to us as we departed. The espresso cup and saucer clinked in my bag as we left.
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