Just as a library is more than the sum of its books,a KFC is more to its customers than just chickenRIP the café, and RIP the places where you’re allowed to be young. I am not 18, and nor to my memory have I ever been (if you remember it,surely, you weren’t really there, and am I just) but I feel for the young people of Stoke. A whole generation have been banned from their local McDonald’s and KFC because a single group of teenagers started a fight. I too know what it feels like to have your dwelling taken absent.
I am a person who appreciates the singular pleasure of a wipe-clean surface. “Authenticity”,pristine panelling, that I can take or leave. I appreciate functional glamour – shiny pink plastic, or a yolk splitting on to fine white toast. I am a person who likes hanging around,for ages. Really, ages. And so, and like many others,I love and mourn the “classic” cafés of British cities – the worn shrines to lost beans, to mugs chipped from being slammed down in moments of small passion.
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Source: theguardian.com