It’s Mrs Potts’. We know what we’re getting. It’s all chocolate all the time.
It’s also traditionally been Rav’s and my catch-up spot. Although this might change soon. It’s not that I’m otherwise not conscious of the cost of living crisis, but even I must draw the line at nearly 6 quid for a slice of cake and near enough the same for a hot chocolate. But it is what it is. We still like it.
I can’t usually do both a hot chocolate and a slice of cake, so today I opt for just the former. I do order it with whipped cream and am served it sans whipped cream but with marshmallow, so I suppose I can’t complain too much. Or, that is, it doesn’t particularly occur to me to do so.
The fun thing about marshmallows at Mrs Potts’ is that you just get one chonky marshmallow, one big cube with such heft that Archimedes would never have needed a bath to advance civilisation. Is it actually better or is it just novelty? Why not both?
We have a lovely catch up, and I go home without giving into impulse and buying a slice of cake for later. In a sense, this is personal growth, and I would appreciate you taking that seriously.