I happened to be in the market café this morning, when I read about the decline of the full English breakfast in the Times.
“I see that cooked breakfasts are on the way out”, I remarked to Cassie, “and there are only about 50 “Greasy Spoon” cafes left in the country.
“I hope you are not calling us a greasy spoon,” she rebuked me.
“No, of course not. I think it is a term for a café serving cheap, high-calorie meals.”
“Well, we are serving more than ever” she replied.
“And what about this café in London selling coffee at two-sixty–five?” I added.
“Two pounds, sixty–five for a coffee, that’s outrageous.”
“It’s worse than that. It’s 265 POUNDS per cup.”
“What’s in it – gold?” she asked.
“No, but it is served in a gold cup!”
Perhaps I should not have mentioned it, as a price increase might be on the way.