I don't turn my nose up at toast, do you?

I recently went to this lovely little cafe in Clapham with Howard where for a few quid you can cut yourself some huge wedges of different types of bread; toast them at your table, and them slather on as much butter and preserves as you want.

A far cry from the soggy barely browned toast which is the norm in London caffs.

I was telling my mother about it this morning...

Gail says:
i can make toast at home DIY for 2p
Gail says:
i have a toaster in my kitchen
Caroline says:
philistine
Gail says:
it comes from living in Dorset
Gail says:
we're not as sophisticated as you London folk
Gail says:
we make our own toast
Gail says:
i can even fry an egg at a push
Caroline says:
oh whatever!!!
Caroline says:
i will take you there one day anyway
Caroline says:
so i can have the toast
Caroline or Fred says:
and you can sneer
Gail says:
i NEVER sneer
Gail says:
i dont DO sneering
Gail says:
i am NOT a sneerer


Hmm.