CARROT CAKE REVIEW 14 - Too Bad It Was Left Out To Dry
Burnham Market, North Norfolk. This place has a narrow frontage with the cafe going back a long long way, like an ever narrowing tunnel. On a windy and wet day in February it had a very local feel. Similar to wandering into a local people's pub, where all eyes swivel to look questioningly at you the moment you entered - 'Ah, here be foreigners.' Apart from the clientele something in the whole cafe layout and ambiance just felt uncomfortably wrong. For Burnham Market, usually a beacon for the high end and expensive, it has what can only be described as a 'homely scruffiness.' You need to descend further into its darker recesses in order to view the cakes. I dimly peered at them, everything looked dark brown, and it was hard to discern what the labels said. So I ordered what I believed to be a carrot cake, along with my usual flat white. Now, I have a word or two to say about flat whites. If you order a flat white and they ask you at the counter