Year of Eating Differently (16): Foyles, Charing Cross Road

A day behind on the eating plan, I suppose, due to taking Friday off with Being Ill. Ah well. I'm not posting pictures of me eating soup at home. Sorry.

So, Foyles. Or rather, not the bookshop itself, but the cafe on the first floor. Aubergine and mozzarella baguette, and, (a first since this started) the bread is actually decent - crusty crust, and soft, fresh bread inside. Nice. Haven't eaten aubergine since I can remember, so that's also another plus point, and it's no more expensive than surrounding places. The ambience is nice too (who doesn't like bookshops? Furthermore, it's a bookshop that doesn't play music, unlike the slightly unpleasant Borders over the road, which seems to assume that books must be so dull that you have to have canned music blaring away while you browse.) but unfortunately I had to head straight back to the office to sit down (crashing from drinking a giant latte at Cafe Nero this morning - bit of a tactical error, that).

Anyway, sandwich is great. But better was the cake, which instead of being factory packed like everywhere else (think of that awful bit of shortbread from establishment 13 last week) does a good semblence of being homemade. A jaffa cake, no less - a sponge cake slathered with chocolate icing, and with a smashing orangey bit inside. Spirits lifted, back to counting planes...