Is the customer always right? My experience is no-one is. Although one’s van-based partner Sancho claims that they are. Themselves, not the customer. And only 97% of the time.
So I did take my customer’s coffee recommendation for the Milkman, Peebles. I parked the trading chariot for free in a meadow-side locale, strolled across a charming suspension bridge over the Tweed, ambled through a green and into the sunny High Street uplands of Peebles. A wise decision.
The bourgeois yet outdoorsy clientele of Peebles deserve something stylish yet practical and the Milkman is it. The stripped back bare-brick peek-a-boo wall, repurposed scaffolding shelves and raw plaster interior aesthetic of the Milkman works por moi.
Inside the Milkman sounds cramped but infact it feels spacious and a hushed calm pervades. This tasteful operation was being effectively run by two super-pleasant modern young ladies who dealt with my needs rapidly. Those requirements this particular morning, dear reader, were coffee and cake. I was rapidly served a frankly excellent coffee and raspberry crumble cake, see illustration 1.3.
Perched on a chic leather stool at my scaffolding board counter, the quiet, peaceful ambience of the Milkman calmed my oft-savage pre-refreshment temperament. I appreciated the bare pink plaster in front of my face, the clean pale wood of the counter and the interesting but not overloud music wafting by. The crockery was most pleasing. Contentment filled my heart. And all for £6.40.
I found the Milkman to be a most satisfying café in every way. This establishment has thus been added to the internal Sat Nav inside the balding bonce. The Milkman will now exert an irresistible gravitational pull for a further dalliance when one is on a nearby delivery route.
The customer was correct. And so is Sancho. Say 79% of the time.
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