This was a letter written to the proprietors of the refreshment room at Swindon station in 1845.
I assure you that Mr Player was wrong in supposing that I thought you purchased inferior coffee. I thought I said to him I was surprised you buy such bad roasted corn. I did not believe you had such a thing as coffee in the place; I am certain I never tasted any. I have long since ceased to make complaints at Swindon. I avoid taking anything there when I can help it.
quoted in Parallel Lines by Ian Marchant