Just been having a coffee and two slim Pret baguette sandwiches, so not slim after all. But who cares? It’s Friday after all.
Two slims equalling one long is like a pizza half and half. So if the Italians, why not the French? That’s my philosophy from now on.
Love Pret A Manger. Food is always good; love the fact I don’t need to research the sell-by dates because, basically, they don’t have them; and the pouring cream is universally top-notch.
So the coffee, also.
But their major strength is soup. And for a soup guy like me, this is like arriving at the perfect lover.
So here I am, and there you go. A different kind of falling in love! And that’s the happiest Mil has been in a long while …