Sit outside with a delightful Maison Blanc Cream Tea on a summer's afternoon watching the world go by (or at least the citizens of Burford), and no matter where you're from you'll feel quintessentially English.
You look across the road and see a row of eccentric, ancient, stooped and out of square buildings that connect you into a world 400 years away and yet as up to date as the Evoques and Porches parked along the street.
Of course you may feel the effects of gravity threatening to pull you off your chair, and it takes a certain bravado to keep your plate from sliding off the table while slathering strawberry jam and cream onto your scone. But that's part of the faintly ridiculous Britishness of the whole experience. It's not Maison Blanc's fault that Burford High Street runs steeply downhill. In fact the staff do more than enough to make up for any topographical faults. The service is excellent, the food delightful and the cheerful friendly welcome is heartwarming.
Just go there. Sit down. Look. Breathe. Relax. Eat. Enjoy.
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