Rebecca's Tea Room in Wyre Forest

My husband ordered 3 sandwiches today, very simple sausage bacon and egg. It was completely inedible, I tried to call but the telephone number does not work. It was order through just eat. The bacon looked like it was cooked a week ago. Place should be shut down for charging people for this. See photos…

In 1951, after reading War and Peace for the twelfth time, the Russian writer Mikhail Prishvin noted in his diary that he felt, at last, that he had understood his life. Certain works of art, whether it be Tolstoy's war and peace, or Michelangelo's David, move you in inexplicable and beautiful ways. Well my friends, I must say that while art in recent years has been a dying medium, a sick one, comparable to the ottoman empire at the beginning of the twentieth century I can safely say that a genius has emerged in a new, revolutionary medium. Yes, I must say that Rebecca's Tearoom's ultimate breakfast has made me understand my life. All the events that precede this morning, all the suffering and the pain and the existential dread all added up to something greater than I could have comprehended. Thank you Rebecca's tea room for allowing me this self actualisation, this realisation, this meditation, and filling the void once present in my heart. I particularly enjoyed the hash brown.