Food

Haha. Yeah this is the level of nutso I have to sit opposite all day every day.

My salad experience is second to none. You arrive at Whitecross Market smelling the cooking fumes of BBQ-like scents. Your adventure begins as you walk along the alley and you will know instantly when you reach the salad stall. Not from the smell of course but by the queue that extends along the alley surpassing the adjacent stalls.
Before joining the queue you will glimpse the sight of the growing salad mountain being served. You no longer think of feeding yourself only but rather salad for the table. As you move down the queue your eye would start to see the beginnings of that created mountain of salad that left the production line just a few moments ago and as your gaze cannot miss the spread across the counter feasting your eyes by the multitude of colours laid out; the red, green, yellow, orange, purple and the astonishing portion whether you decide to test your appetite on a small mountain or large mountain you would still be blessed not by your 5 a day, 7 a day but 10 a day and more.
You take your merchandise thinking what a bargain, laughing at the vendor echoing in your mind "did they forget to do their sums! £4.20 for this large box of nutrients!". As you begin to munch through obviously from its crunchy and crispy texture the freshly cut on the day cherry tomatoes, green beans, grated carrot, spinach revealing the contents under the mountain peak. The pulses and tangy houmous, red cabbage not to mention the decorating ingredients of capers, pickled green chilli, sun dried tomatoes and for an extra 30p you can ask for feta cheese and olives. But what olives 4-5 or even 6 different flavoured olives! Can this be happening to me in London or am I still in that Mediterranean holiday that I woke up dreaming about this morning