Ah, the smell of coffee in the morning... especially when mixed with decent bacon and an egg or two. Bliss. Which makes me realise that I am a cafe person, not a pub person. I have enjoyed the British pub experience variously (depending on the quality of the pub). They are handy places where you can do serious damage to any hint of hunger and usually find a palatable pint of beer (and very occasionaly cider) to wash it down with. They don't tend to play loud music or require any pretence of trendy clothing.
But, in the end, I hanker for my New Zealand cafes. I want surly service and weird jazz and blackhole coloured coffee (with happy cow milk in it). I want too much maple syrup and oddly chosen fruit. I want tomatoes covered in rock salt and scrambled eggs which threaten to take over the table. I want muffins larger than my head. I want *everything* to come with feta cheese! I want 'art' on the walls! I want to argue with people about whether the stuff on the walls counts as art! I want to argue with people about whether the clientelle count as art!
though, I must confess, I don't particularly care for the crappy newspapers we have. I am thinking of putting together a Guardian subscription collective and importing my journalism.
Perhaps I could settle for a T-shirt which says "I want everything to come with feta cheese!"
Posted by carla at September 20, 2004 04:53 AM