So although I did look at them, it wasn't with the same concentration that one would in a gallery solely dedicated to them. There were windows to look out of too.
And yes, Bee and RB, the food in the diner was very good! My disappointment at there being no steak and kidney pie left was almost non-existent, as I was hovering between that and the sausage and mash with onion gravy and chutney anyway. There were probably some rather more exotic things on offer, but you must understand how much I crave this kind of BritNosh. (On which subject, the liquorice allsorts were Tom's present; I don't care for them, and Molly's not allowed. Oddly, Tom doesn't really care much for liquorice per se either, but they are nevertheless among his favourite sweets for the coconutty and fondanty outside bits. You can get something resembling them here, but they are often a horribly lurid imitation, or very expensive or both, not good old Bertie Bassett, Britain's greatest asset. Non-British readers talk amongst yourselves.)