Delis

At home, there is never a decent take-out deli when I want a sandwich for lunch. Usually, I'm stuck with Subway.

In Paris, I avoid their delis because the food really isn't edible for the price I'm paying in euros. Plus I still have to sit at the sidewalk to breathe in the exhaust from the vehicles because the inside is stuffy from lack of conditioning. Not romantic. Imho, London has much nicer delis.

Here, Eat. and Pret A Manger dot the landscape. They serve decent sandwiches with the freshest ingredients. The saltbeef sandwich at Pret is a particular favorite of the man when he's on the go. Even the Subway here taste so much better. Bah.

I've too many proper meals scheduled with friends. There's virtually no need to eat at delis. But I'll merrily junk hotel breakfasts for sandwiches. Now, let me see how many sandwiches I can squeeze in before flying home.

After the morning debacle with VPN and the error on log-in page on the hotel's chargeable high-speed cable (instead of the free wifi I'm now using), I'm too tired to go try again. I hate the flipside of technology.

Right now, I'm going to patter down to Monmouth Street to get a cup of Monmouth Coffee and a quiche or something. And think about whether I want to do major shopping at Orla Kiely which involves 3 pieces of clothing and 3 bags.