Mighty Blighty

As a Brit ex-pat now living in New Zealand i occasionally (until i come to my senses again) get suckered in by blatant marketing gimmickry designed to invoke the odd pang of guilty nostalgia.

Walking down a NZ high street I came upon a quaint (read nostalgically dive like) little Cafe called The London which got just enough right to remind me of the finer things I miss from back home.

Multicultural staff, stale cakes and slices, good ole cuppa tea and greasy egg and chips.

Perfick!