GFD: The Yummy Shop, Shaldon.


The Yummy Shop opened last summer, I was told by the woman who gave me the tea. It was her friends who opened it, and they offered her a job. I think it was Machiavelli who said ‘It’s not what you know, it’s who you know.’ Or was it the Government’s front bench…? First political jab of the day!

I sit here on one of two tables, in the corner of the room. To the right: my host, cleaning and telling me about old times. ‘Yes, we were overrun with kids in wetsuits, ice creams all over the place, high demand for the hampers…’ To the left, cream coloured aged furniture, shelves, drawers and dressers to hold olives teas, Teapigs, jams, chutneys, soups. Elsewhere we have the biscuits, crisps, eggs, more tea, more jam, more olives and ginger beer. I wont list it all, too much. For the Yummy Shop is schizophrenic: part café part shop.

My tea was £1. Coffee is also £1. But this is no pound shop, oh no. If you want to up the game a bit be prepared to splash out another 50p, for this is the price of the espresso, latte, cappuccino… Also on offer is hot chocolate, also £1, and milkshakes and ice cream.

Seems to be a good system, because the money you save on the drink leaves you thinking: perhaps I should invest in some unusual tea – get some Darjeeling Earl Grey or a few lemon n gingers. The Yummy Shop’s yummy offerings are at the good-quality end of the spectrum. No 60% horse tea here.

I get a £1.50 cappuccino for a second drink. The automatic coffee machine is new and has a bit of a temper. It makes a cappuccino in one swift motion at the touch of a button, in a matter of seconds. I’m personally keener on the non-automatic approach: the human input usually triumphs over the efficiency of the machine. Funny, they complain about foreigners ‘takin’ our jobs’ but stay quiet when machines do the same thing.

I sit here with my tea writing about Romans. Everybody knows about the romans, but did you know minus solum, quam cum solus esset? Indeed, but I am not alone. Only almost alone. We continue chatting until a woman enters and buys two bars of chocolate. Two!? They’re wild here, wild I tell ya!

by Adam


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