Stag Coffee, Cardiff | Review

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A few months ago, I was so irked by a purchase of mine (the infamous Superdry Parka) that I was moved to write an angst-ridden piece about it on here. So infuriated was I with this purchase, I spewed forth my vitriol onto this blog, despite the fact that it primarily has a makeup/skincare focus. It brought me some relief, so here I go again, except this time, my spleen is vented on a coffee house…

Stag Coffee, based in Cathays, Cardiff.

Stag Coffee is one of those hip, quirky, “shabby student chic” type places that attracts exactly the sort you’d imagine: privileged university students with pastel coloured hair and tattered “vintage” clothes, who “upcycle” and complain about politics and the price of petrol, before going to do their weekly shop at Sainsbury’s in their 2010 Ford Fiesta (which mummy and daddy bought for them as a reward for doing so well and getting into u-naaaaay to study Sociology with Advanced Beekeeping) to stock up on kale and quinoa (pronounced Kwin-oh-ah, obvs).

It’s the kind of establishment that offers mismatched cutlery and crockery; big, squishy armchairs which look more comfortable than they actually are; and is so dark you can barely see your mates (but it doesn’t really matter because you can still see the screen of your iPhone to upload that picture of your vegan all-day-breakfast onto Instagram).

Maybe I’m just bitter because I’m no longer a student who can potter down to the local coffee shop for a chai latte and slice of spiced aubergine and WD-40 cake (or whatever the flavour of the month is) at 3:30 in the afternoon before writing 452 words on my General Businessness and Whathaveyou essay, and proceed to down half a litre of Rachmaninoff vodka (Lidl’s finest) before dressing up like Tinky Winky and hitting the SU with the rest of the Teletubbies (or whatever tonight’s theme is). 

Or, maybe I’m just so appalled at the cataclysmically shit experience I had at Stag Coffee that everything in, and orbiting around, this glorified Starbucks has me clenching each orifice of my body like it’s sucking on a not-quite-ripe grapefruit and being salted like an unsuspecting slug.

Am I being dramatic? Probably. Am I wrong in pointing out that, when visiting such a venue – i.e., one that serves food and drink which you eat while sitting in – service should be as important as the quality of said food and drink? No. 

Sunday afternoon and I have a hankering for a cup of tea and a slice of cake. This is not the kind of appetite which can be whetted by a stealth trip to the local Co-op for a day-old cupcake and a hastily made cup of Yorkshire Tea. No, no – this is the kind of hunger which can only be quashed by a visit to a quaint caff for a slice of something delightful served with a pot of liquid gold. 

So I set off with Monsieur Raptor, hoping to visit one of Cardiff’s most popular tea shops, only to discover that it’s closed. Never mind, stiff upper lip and all that, let’s find somewhere else. After a relatively fruitless search through the streets of Cardiff and spying many a full Cafe Nero or Coffee #1, we almost give up trying to find a nice, independent cafe. Then we spotted Stag Coffee. Yes, it looked a little “studenty”, but it seemed better than going home. 

It doesn’t look too busy, and there’s plenty of seats outside, but it’s a cold January day, so we venture inside, hoping to find an empty table for 2. We find a large table surrounded by about 4 or 5 big squishy chairs with 2 girls drinking coffee. Okay, fair enough, they got here first. There’s also a large group of about 6 people sat around some tables and chairs. I can’t help but think a switch of seats would clear more space for other customers, but whatever; you can’t force people to move. We wait behind another couple in front of us to order, then they take up the only free table left. This takes about 10 minutes.

When we reach the front of the queue, we’re told to go and wait at a table outside, and that someone will be out to take our order. Okay…why exactly can’t our order be taken now and then brought out when ready? Never mind, maybe they just want to know where we’re sitting and will follow us outside. Nope. We’re left waiting in the cold for a further 15 minutes before a waiter comes out to take our order. How are we supposed to know what we want without a menu? “I’ll have a pot of tea and whatever that sticky looking cake on the counter is, please” I say, unamused.

Another 20 minutes passes and our food arrives. The confused looking server trundles around, cakes in hand trying to figure out who ordered them. Have these people never heard of table numbers? I have to wave him over. But wait, where’s our tea? Another 10 minute wait, cake finished, and the pot of tea arrives with no sugar, and no offer of any sugar. Again, the waiter had to trundle around looking befuddled, asking every table if they ordered a pot of tea before finally bringing it to us.

30 minutes. For a cup of tea and 2 slices of cake. That’s not including the time it took us to be seated and have our order taken. I’m astounded. The place wasn’t even that busy.

Even worse was having to go back to the counter to queue up to pay, only to be met with an exasperated “yeah?” from the boy at the counter, who I had to tell “I’d like to pay please”. “Oh, right….This Girl will deal with you” is his response, pawing me off to another clueless member of staff. I then had to awkwardly explain which table I was at (gesticulating wildly at the table outside, slightly out of view) and what I ordered. Then I was further embarrassed when I almost didn’t have enough money, as I wasn’t aware of how much the cakes cost due to the lack of relevant information displayed at the counter – over £9 for two teas and 2 slices of cake with abysmal service and an outside seat in January is borderline taking the piss.

The staff are unfriendly, not bothered about helping customers, and don’t seem to know what they are doing. The chocolate cake was dry. Food – even simple food which does’t even need heating – takes way too long to arrive. 30 minutes to throw a teabag in a pot and fill it with hot water is unacceptable. There is a clear lack of understanding of customer service at Stag Coffee, and frankly, the place is a mess. I am utterly disappointed that a place with so many stag motifs didn’t live up to my expectations (I love deer). 

On the plus side, the carrot cake was delicious. 1/10. 

Superdry SD 3 Parka | Scathing Review Alert!

I’m just going to put this here, incase Superdry refuses to publish my review of this SD 3 parka to their website. It’s not exactly glowing…

Here’s the story behind this post: I bought a coat from Superdry, wore it, got soaked. Not much of a story, but hey, I just spent £125 on a coat that’s neither warm, nor dry, so I’m understandably pissed off.

“Judging by the name “Superdry”, I assumed (wrongly) that this “Superdry sD 3 Parka” coat would be waterproof. I got drenched on the way to work (a 15 minute walk) during a downpour. The coat leaked, leaving my arms not only wet, but also cold because the quilting is rubbish, making the coat poorly insulated. The coat appears bulky and is a little uncomfortable to wear, but still manages to feel thin and flimsy because the lining is terrible.

I checked the website after purchasing in-store (and getting drenched) and there’s no mention of it being waterproof, but still – from a £120+ coat, I’d assume it would keep me a little warm and dry. Sure, it looks okay, but I sought practicality rather than pure style (and I wouldn’t exactly call this stylish). What’s more, Superdry’s returns policy is shocking – you can only exchange or have a credit note, no returns. Poor quality item and service. I’ll probably donate this to charity.”

This is the coat in question: 

 

http://www.superdry.com/womens/jackets/details/48432/sd---3-parka
http://www.superdry.com/womens/jackets/details/48432/sd—3-parka

Basically, don’t buy it. I actually think it’s rather ugly, but I can deal with a little ug in exchange for snug. And dryness. NOPE. No snug/dryness here. If you want a proper coat, go to Blacks, Mountain Warehouse, Northface – anywhere but Superdry, really.


Warmth: 2/10. Id’ get more warmth if I climbed inside a cold sausage roll.

Dryness: 4/10. Okay, it’s not as bad as wrapping yourself in Andrex, but it’s pretty pathetic. Water seeped into my elbow-pits and waistline area.

Style: 5/10. If it’s going to be shit quality, it could at least try to look nice. It’s not completely hideous, but I’d appreciate its practical ugliness if it actually was practical. It’s gained points for the novelty of making me feel like I’m on an expedition to the Arctic circle. 

Comfort: 4/10. So heavy and bulky to wear, but somehow flimsy at the same time. 

Price: £124.99

Overall Rating: 2/10. I HATE THIS COAT. But it could be worse (if it were made of 2 ply toilet roll, for example).