Popped in to my favourite Shoreham cafe after a while of not having time to do a leisurely brekkie for some time.
Looking forward to their full English, which although a bit pricey has always been superb. And run by friendly people who are happy to have a chat and catch up.
Imagine my horror. Firstly it smells rotten. Like mildew mixed with industrial, wanking booth grade detergent.
I said hi! To the two ladies behind the counter. To my surprise they answered in American accents.
Okay. I couldn’t see any menus so asked for a breakfast menu. No menu. Just some sorry looking pastries at the back and a couple of lonely quiches under the glass cloche.
I was disappointed but politely and cheerily said “ah! I was looking for a cooked breakfast, not to worry”!
Her response?
“I’m not worried”
Well you f***ing should be. That place would normally be heaving with after school drop off milf at this time. Today? One lady in the corner nursing a coffee.
When did this change? I didn’t think I’d been away that long.
Settled for Tom’s. Which while being a bit of a rip off, was tasty. No full English though.
Shoreham is fast becoming the stronghold of the yoga mat and labradoodle crowd. I’m glad I moved along the road few years back. Nice to visit, pubs are great but it’s changing exponentially and getting worse.
Americans!? Gawd help us all.
Looking forward to their full English, which although a bit pricey has always been superb. And run by friendly people who are happy to have a chat and catch up.
Imagine my horror. Firstly it smells rotten. Like mildew mixed with industrial, wanking booth grade detergent.
I said hi! To the two ladies behind the counter. To my surprise they answered in American accents.
Okay. I couldn’t see any menus so asked for a breakfast menu. No menu. Just some sorry looking pastries at the back and a couple of lonely quiches under the glass cloche.
I was disappointed but politely and cheerily said “ah! I was looking for a cooked breakfast, not to worry”!
Her response?
“I’m not worried”
Well you f***ing should be. That place would normally be heaving with after school drop off milf at this time. Today? One lady in the corner nursing a coffee.
When did this change? I didn’t think I’d been away that long.
Settled for Tom’s. Which while being a bit of a rip off, was tasty. No full English though.
Shoreham is fast becoming the stronghold of the yoga mat and labradoodle crowd. I’m glad I moved along the road few years back. Nice to visit, pubs are great but it’s changing exponentially and getting worse.
Americans!? Gawd help us all.