His sandwiches are for the intrepid gourmand.
Home made ciabatta (a chewy moist loaf - not a hunk of crusty ol dough as I have eaten ciabatta before), wholemeal bread that tastes faintly of rye and soft white tortillas. Grape and brie. Egg salad and beetroot. Goats cheese and beetroot. Ham and salad with finely sliced ham off the bone, veined with rich layers of fat. Cheese and salad with salad cream and English cheese - Wensleydale, Gloucester. Feta, roast vegetables and rocket pesto. Cold meats with pickles and chutneys and salad and finally....
Pate gherkin on ciabatta.
He scoffed at my choice of a wholemeal cheese and salad. I counter-attacked by asking which was the best?
Pate - 'ome made. Gherkin. Ciabatta.
Pause. Its the accent combined with excellent quality food you see. I'm not sure I can ever face this man again, sandwiches or not. With a heaving bosom I passed over my £2, barely whispered a thank you and ran back into the office. Theo - this home made pate is to die for and yes - I was well dressed and not wearing thongs so my chances of impressing the frenchman in an effort to cure my lonely single days may have worked.
Oh and no-one is to tell my dietitian about this pate incident under any circumstances.
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