
Whilst Mrs Wanderer was having her eyes tested (a thrilling outing for her, I’m sure), I decided to sneak off in search of a little pick-me-up. Nothing too adventurous — just a flat white at Cream Coffee Shop in Gainsborough’s Marshall’s Yard.
Now, if you don’t know Marshall’s Yard, it’s a smart little shopping spot housed around what used to be a Victorian ironworks. These days, instead of rolling out steel, it rolls out cappuccinos, handbags, and the occasional chain restaurant. Cream is tucked away in one of the quieter corners, right beside an estate agent. You could almost miss it if you didn’t have your nose trained in the general direction of coffee beans.
I ordered my flat white, and it arrived quicker than I could say “extra shot.” At first I thought, hang on, that was fast — surely it can’t be the real deal? For a split second I pictured someone nipping round the back with a kettle and a tin of something instant. But no, a sneaky glance towards the counter revealed the reassuring presence of a proper commercial espresso machine, so all was well on that front.
The coffee itself, though, wasn’t quite to my taste. It had that faintly “stewed” flavour, as if the beans had been sitting a bit too long in the sun before making their way into the grinder. The aftertaste was a touch on the bitter side too — the sort of bitterness that clings on longer than an awkward conversation at a village fete. Of course, that might simply be the blend they buy in, and taste is subjective. Plenty of people seem to enjoy it, judging by the number of happy-looking customers around me.
On the plus side, Cream is a nice enough spot to sit with a cup. The atmosphere is pleasant, the staff were friendly, and the general population of Gainsborough seems to like it just fine. For me, though, it probably won’t become a regular haunt. I’ll file it under “emergency coffee stops” — handy when desperation calls, but not somewhere I’d detour for a caffeine treat.
Still, when it comes to coffee, it’s always worth trying somewhere new. You never know — the next cup might just be the one that makes you forget about eye tests entirely.










