Continuing this weeks food based theme to my diary I would like to tell you of today’s lunch.
Feeling slightly delicate from yesterdays bad belly I figured that something simple would be in order, and as any purchased food this week has ended in near disaster, I figured that I’d best have something cheap, simple and plain.
I am also very skint, and my last day in this Nazi job is tomorrow, with no more work lined up, best to err on the side of value.
So off to Benjy’s I went, cheap and usually shite, so we all know what we’re getting. But not only did I not fancy anything, everything made me feel a bit ill. So I headed to Greggs, ditto.
I must have trawled around every food place within a mile radius of Tottenham court road, my belly was screaming for food, but everything looked nasty.
I even sniffed the Sainsburys salad bar, but all I called smell was celery, evil celery.
With my two pound coin in my hand I went back to Benjy’s, only to find a knot in my stomach at the thought of a tuna sandwich.
By now it was a quarter to two, my lunch was all but up. I found a small café/sandwich bar nr Goodge street tube. Quite reasonably priced too. A ham sandwich freshly made, only 1/50.
I went in and was served efficiently, as I was asked what I’d like a ciabatta caught my eye, lovely melted cheese and peppers, I asked how much it was, we had that comical misunderstanding of me pointing and him picking up the wrong one, then me saying left, then saying no, my left. Oh we laughed.
His boss came up, obviously not liking his employees enjoying themselves with customer and he said “The aubergine one mate?†I looked again; under the cheese and peppers was a large slice of aubergine.
Now, I don’t dislike aubergine, but I’m not particularly fond, think I might jut stick wih ham.
But whilst I made that decision in my head he had taken it from the cabinet, put it on the grill and was holding out his hand for payment.
£3.60 of it,
There goes my value.
I handed it over in shock, the first assistant made eye contact, but I no longer felt like laughing.
I got outside, the sandwich was ok, but not the best part of a fiver ok. And the aubergine was slimy.
Seeing as I am cursed this week with disappointing lunches, tomorrow I am going to eat some shit, – it may taste better than I think. And it would be hard to be disappointed.