This is a proper greasy spoon. You can tell by the mugs on the counter, the vat of hot chocolate powder and the quality of the sausages. This is noisy silence. At least three other tables of customers and irritating women with facile opinions prattling on the TV. We manage to chew quietly, but I can’t help choking on cheap HP sauce, and D is caught out by the universal ‘I needed that cup of tea’ sigh.
The Silence Experiment:
Silent: Me and Dan
Site: Cafe on the A38, Birmingham
State: Eating lunch
Surprises: 7 minutes doesn’t even consume half our plates. There are a lot of chips – or maybe silence slows eating?