There were jars of sweets that I haven’t seen since childhood. I didn’t even know half of these still existed?
They make their own sweets as well. The speciality of the house is the eponymous Star Rock. I bought some, but I haven’t yet had the heart to break into the packet, so I will have to report back on what it tastes like.
To my delight, they also make and sell Scottish tablet. My scottish granny used to make it, and once I learnt the recipe I could make my own. It sustained me for years as a teenager.
This place also sold home-made tablet. The normal sort that you can get anywhere had the same grainy texture and sugary flavour, and was sold in squares.
Also in the counter I noticed another basket of what looked like tablet, but it wasn’t wrapped in a nice package with ribbon round. Instead it was in blobs, and wrapped in ordinary food bags. I pointed to it and asked the lady behind the shop counter what it was. She told me in hushed tones that this was the stuff from the pan bottom. Apparently for tablet aficionados this is thought to be smoother and something of a delicacy.
No prizes for guessing whether I bought some. It’s nice to know whatever your poison, there is somewhere in the world where they are on the same wavelength.