I’m in the UK. Pentonville Rd, Islington to be exact, in a small cafe that reeks of cooking fat. They have excellent coffee, free internet, but my cholesterol level is skyrocketing simply by sitting here.
Speaking of which, yesterday I purchased a tandoori chicken roll with salad for lunch. The woman beside me, who had a young daughter in a pram with her, purchased a sausage and chip batty. For those uneducated in English cusine, this is a sausage and chips in a buttered roll. Its the sort of thing you eat if you are attempting to walk to the South Pole, naked, wearing roller skates.
‘Good luck with the trek’ I murmured as she paid.
