I feel a duty to name and shame bad service, coffee or cakes. However, as this is almost a bike blog too, when the two come together it make me mad.
The Barbican Cafe.
why did your van cut me up and nearly run me over on Friday morning huh?
you drive like an arse with stumps for hands, cataracts and the directional sense of a test tube sample in a centrifuge. COCK.
Oh and by the way, your cafe is shit.