I love a garden centre café. Always have a nice slice of cheesecake and a hot choc to warm the cockles. It's a bit like being in an old people's home atmosphere-wise though.
Fucking hell, that’s well mad. They’re woeful mate.
Don’t get me wrong, I’ve been to garden centres, but I’ve never done the whole sitty down eat thing. It’s like everything is just, dead nice(said in an Alexei Sayle delivery), the polite waiting room to death - is dead nice.