The bakehouse, even late in the day was busy. My husband and I queued between two young, professional looking gentleman in white collared shirts and well-ironed trousers. As we discussed between ourselves whether the unattractive, fluorescent pink donut remaining behind the glass was worth the wait, or whether we should avoid it all together, one of the trousered gentlemen leant forward into our conversation with an out-of-the-blue comment.
“Did you notice” the man said “the lack of vegan items?”. He gestured towards one of the display cabinets which had 2 empty rows of simple glass shelves. Each shelf had a range of small cards stating what baked item normal sat there – and for those two rows, the cards stated they were all vegan.
“Don’t you think it’s odd” he continued with a tone of conspiracy, “that all the vegan items are missing, yet the normal and far more delicious items remain? I think they’ve just put up those empty cards and shelves to make us think they’re all inclusive and vegan, where as realistically they’ve not bothered and it’s all for show”. He nodded wisely to himself, satisfied at his own explanation and then turned around back to the conversation he was in with his colleague.
The bakehouse sits on the corner of some charming streets, with a certain European feel to the building. Quaint and pretty both inside and out, they serve up delicious quiches and rich pies. Just maybe avoid the fluorescent pink donuts.