I should have taken a picture, but when I went to a café in the New Forest this weekend, I was served a sausage and chutney sandwich where I had to:

- cut up the sausage myself
- butter the bread myself
- put the chutney in the sandwich myself.

The chutney - understandable. The butter - well, I guess some people might not want butter on their bread, but if you're ordering a sausage sandwich you're hardly going to be watching your calories. But chopping your own sausage? No.

Luckily, they'd served the whole lot on a wooden chopping board.

This is the kind of pretentious shit I might expect from London. But in a tea rooms? In the New Forest? Really?

Your turn.