Alas, progress has brought us the modern coffee shop and every high street is full of them.
We gladly join the back of the inevitable queue to be served slowly and overcharged for strangely named coffee and a foreign biscuit by an intense young man with a Captain Haddock beard.
I fear this same progress will ruin the lovely British tea shop soon.
Pictured: A Butter Betty with Grimshaws.
That will be eight pounds seventy five pence please.