Brookfield

Popped into Brookfield on Thursday. Oh oh oh - how to describe this place?

It was brilliant and it was ghastly. It was every person younger than a Baby Boomer's nightmare. It is THE most filled-with-every-type-of kitscherama-dresch place I have ever been in. If you are at all interested in tasteless displays of how not to decorate your house, hurry on down there. If you are a minimalist in your decor at home (like my Nellie), please, do as Molly Meldrum says and "do yourself a favour" - don't go there.

But if you want to go somewhere it's ordinary, unpretentious, friendly and a great setting, please go there.

If you're out for Tassie's great foodie adventure, also don't go there.

They are trying to attract more customers, and are trying to find the time for marketing. They have some good ideas. They are keen and enthusiastic. I think that's great. I respect them for that.

It's not my scene but I genuinely wish them luck and hope potential punters won't read this and not go. I want them to succeed because everyone who invests heavily financially, physically and emotionally in hospitality deserve to do well. Just because their style is not mine doesn't automatically make it wrong or bad.

So - if you want to mix it with the grey rinse set - head on down to Margate for a scones, jam and cream, and a nice cuppa. Sit outside and I'm sure you'll enjoy yourself! Over to you, Sir Grumpy.