A tale of two Smeg fridges

Published by Emma Lee-Potter in on Sunday 22nd December 2013

smegThe new silver Smeg fridge standing in the corner of the kitchen is my pride and joy. The only trouble is that every time I catch sight of it I am reminded of my own middle age and my daughter’s youth.

I’ve wanted a Smeg fridge for ages and when we moved house I blew the budget, whizzed over to John Lewis and ordered one. Despite the eye-watering price tag I haven’t regretted it for a second. It’s a thing of beauty in my eyes – chic and comforting in our rather ropey kitchen.

But if I assumed Smeg fridges were for storing skimmed milk, cheese, broccoli and fresh pasta then my daughter has put me right.

In the early hours of the morning she texted me a picture of her Smeg fridge. And no, as a cash-strapped London student she hasn’t got one in her flat. Her Smeg fridge is to be found at one of her favourite Spitalfields haunts – The Breakfast Club.

The restaurant is tucked away down a side street near Liverpool Street station. Inside there’s a cream Smeg fridge and when you push open the door you find yourself in a cocktail bar that boasts exposed brickwork, pulsating music and an impressive cocktail list.

Suddenly my Smeg fridge seems a little bit tame by comparison…

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