A cup of tea and a filter coffee, strong, black, please. The young girl behind the counter stared at the coffee machine and proceeded to read out all the coffees to me. I thought this was brilliant. Latte, flat latte, cappucino, mocha whatever it is, do you want a double espresso? I repeated myself. The girl then went to get her mother, who turned out to be a girl who was in my year at school. She asked me if I would just like to make her one, an instant one. I said yes. I fancied a chip barm, Danny had a muffin. We went and sat down at one of the four tables. Friday's Daily Star and a Salford Advertiser were on the table. My chip barm arrived, they weren't fresh cut chips from fresh potatoes but they were lovely. The girl from my year brought over the salt, ketchup and the vinegar. She said they only had one vinegar pot in the place. She didn't bring me a fork, I didn't mind this, I ate the lot with my fingers. I looked to my right, out of the window and a girl wearing a tabard was standing outside, talking on her mobile. A man seated at the table behind me shouted to her, "hey, have you come to see if you've left your knickers here". The man then apologised to me and said they always teased her in Nettos. I later saw the same man (who, I think, was the owner), embracing this girl in the doorway. She complained that he was squashing her cigarettes. We can't wait to go back.
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