The epitome of the English scone, this is probably the best iteration I have had yet of the classic raisin concoction. While that may sound like high praise, it is in fact a condemnation of the state of the scone in England. This deplorable pile of baked refuse served its purpose of nourishing me, but the moments of joy were few and far between. Small and hard (like nearly all English scones), this scone was as tasteless as expected.
(As a side note, some will object, stating that this scone requires jam or butter. While that would certainly make this subpar dreck more appetizing, I refuse to integrate jam into my scone reviews unless the scones are treated with the substance before I make the purchase. Otherwise, factors that are uncontrolled for such as spreading skill, quantity of jam provided, and jam quality would make each scone different and, therefore, the very enterprise of scone reviewing moot.)
On a positive note, the outside of the scone had a mild crunch and, while the inside was too dense, the raisins were tasty enough. However, between those nuggets of joy, there was a center that I can only describe as bread-like.
(This would be a 4/10 if one adjusts for the dearth of quality scones to be found in this godforsaken country. But, I am not here to give charity, and grades must be legitimate across all continents.)