The bliss of Pret a Mangers is that they are consistent; you can go into one wherever you are, and encounter familiar sandwiches, coffee and service.
Now, maybe I just struck unlucky today, but the pair on duty this afternoon at the outlet just down Regent Street from the BBC seemed far more interested in chatting to each other than helping me.
I approached with my classic club (I think it's the hint of celery leaf that they add to it that makes it addictive), but was met with a wall of indifference.
Hello! I'm a customer!
Now, I know it was at the tail end of a busy lunchtime, but really...
Anyway, let me report that the sarnie itself lived up to the customary standard.
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