Memories of a café

 

The Penny Farthing

used to be here; tea and cakes

with my grandmother.

 

by Scooj

Together alone

 

Me and my pizza,

the chef, waiter and bar girl;

empty restaurant.

 

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City food

 

Wonderful smells drift

in and out of the street stalls

selling World cuisine.

 

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Expensive cheap

 

Cheesecake price reduced;

if only the reduction

applied to contents.

 

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Planting potatoes

 

Regimented rows

eyes up looking at the sky

before darkness falls.

 

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Alarm

 

Unmistakable

smell of burning toast; wait now

for the deafening.

 

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Hart’s Bakery

 

Perfect bakery

delicious shortbread and cakes

discovered at last.

 

by Scooj

 

  • Anyone in Bristol who finds themselves at Temple Meads Station really must look out for this locally famous bakery. It can be accessed via a staircase on the left hand side of the station short term car park, and is in one of the archways underneath.

Lazy Sunday

 

The Sunday roast is

in the oven; my tummy

rumbles hollow tunes.

 

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Mugger

 

Up on Brandon Hill

the lazy streetwise squirrels

mug folk for vittels.

 

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Disappointment

 

Banana fritters

promise so much more than they

ever deliver.

 

by Scooj