Although I understand the trauma of biscuit sludge.
I was in a bar in Brussels one evening (a dark secluded place. A place where no one knows your face) and ordered a coffee (yuck, but they didn't do cups of tea). It came with a packet of demerara sugar on the side which I crumbled up and stirred into the coffee. Only it turned out it was actually a fancy biscuit I was stirring in.
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