Ive got no problem with paying London prices for food, as I work there, but it was pretty poor to be honest.
If you want a laugh, go to the Bike Shed Show at Tobacco Dock if you want to see REAL hipster heaven....
I've been. I go to look at pretty motorcycles. I don't much care what people are wearing (unless it's a twat suit...obviously
).I was once at a sunday morning GSer meet up at the Ace cafe. Breakfast ordered and delivered to the table and all tickety boo..... then everyone present started sniffing the air and then gagging, a smell had also arrived with my breakfast. The sausage must have come from the Cretaceous period and been discovered that morning in the bottom of the freezer, to end up on my plate.
It's still spoken about when reminiscing with survivors of that morning, Oblertone being one of them will bare witness.
Still, at least it was cheap, after all that's the most important thing when it comes to bikers food emporiums.
At least at the Bike Shed the overwhelming odour of beard oil masks any noxious niffs.
'twould be one of those "mixed emotion" sort of things, wouldn't it? Sorrow at the damge to a nice bike and sweet joy at watching the musically untalented one land face down in wet concrete..
It would indeed be a dichotomy of emotions. Laugh, cry, cry, laugh! (I think 'laugh' would win through in the end though...so long as he had paid in full of course).
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