Went to Chapel yesterday.
Nor exactly her kind of chapel (Grove Methodist in Horsforth), especially with all manner of alcoholic beverages on display and nary a crucifix to be seen.
It’s actually the old Mission to Seafarers church, dating back to the early 1800s, lovingly restored and now a cafe, serving up the most inept espresso-based drinks I’ve collided with in a while.
Flat white was a cappuccino with a blob of foam as latte art.
I rescued my short black (aka doppio/double espresso) from being adulterated with milk.
“I’m from England” she said “We have different names over there…”
The American guy who took the order thought I’d ordered a short mac.
Whatever that might be….