Nostalgia and food don’t always mix. I’m not sure who’s necessarily looking back with rose-tinted specs at the well-done steaks of the Berni Inn (with a glass of orange juice coming in as a ‘starter’), for example.
We’ve been mocked for hundreds of years for our crappy beige food, and for a long time it was pretty justified. Not now. So why wind the clock back when we’ve made such leaps and bounds in the right direction?
Enter Caff, an ‘old school butty shop’, that sprouted up at the none-more-Manc address of Tony Wilson Place at the end of last year. It’s less a shop than half a shipping container, branded up, painted sunshine yellow and turned into a kiosk.
