I came across something very interesting and unexpected
today about 15 minutes walk away from where I’m staying – a British café.
It’s part of a garage just off the road which specialises in
Minis and other British cars and it’s run by a couple who are in love with all
things England. Unfortunately they don’t speak a word of the Queen’s.
The café itself is in this small wooden hut…
It’s quite surreal inside. Everything has a British theme,
but there’s no consistency at all. For example, they had a wartime propaganda
poster next to empty Tesco egg boxes from their 2011 visit to London.
I soon forgave them though when they gave me the best pot of
tea I’ve tasted since leaving home over a month ago. I don’t know whether it’s
because I’ve forgotten what good tea tastes like or what.
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