Fat Les invited me here. I sat down a little flustered from the unexpected Spring heat and the walk from Russell Square tube. The first thing I noticed were the amazing wedding cakes, highly decorated, in the window. One cake was like a woman’s torso wearing a wedding dress. Another cake was garlanded with mauve violets and green ivy.
“Would you mind bringing me the tea? “I pleaded.”I’m so hot and thirsty.”
“Of course” she replied and also brought me, unasked, a glass of water.
“Coffee freaks are like train spotters” he said “that machine is amazing. They’d come here just to look at it.”
“I don’t like meringues” said Les “I just think ugh, egg white”.
“How much for everything?” asked Les.
The girl behind the counter “£9”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. The boss said so”.
“Was it because we were photographing everything we ate?” I suggested, for the first time it dawned on me that this was perhaps not normal behaviour. “Maybe they guessed we were food bloggers?”