Since it's opening last week I've been collecting snaps of the hungry beef munchers queueing outside. It's directly opposite our front door so every time I pop out for a coffee I take a surreptitious shot...
Not content with one Pret in King's Cross there is also a super-hyper-über-decathlon-hypermarket Pret opening round the corner as of next week. After discovering they cunningly syphoned a whopping 650 calories in their seemingly innocent salads, which on the surface look like nothing but a box of leaves, I have decided to shun them in favour of bringing in my own. There's not much to choose from anymore, King's Cross lunches are dry. Dry as my tuna sandwich...
I put it to anyone willing to stump up the capital for a jacket potato stand that I'll make us millionaires.
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