If you have ever worked in the daily eating machine that is the City of London, you will know of the conveyer belt of lunches consumed every day amongst its ancient and crumbling walls. Pret A Manger, Eat, M&S, are some of the bigger names in this business. They advertise their wares, “New!”, “Healthy!”, “Fresh!”, and wait for the queues to form out the door, because there are hundreds of thousands of people to be fed every working day. Nobody does BYO lunch in this city.
Leave office, find store, choose food item, queue, greet attendant, pay, smile, thank, leave store, return to office with little paper bag of food. So easy. On a side note, something that disturbs me is the level of waste created by this eating machine. For every nicely wrapped baguette, pretty waxed-cardboard tub of soup or plastic-packaged wrap, they insist on giving you plastic cutlery, at least three napkins, and they present it all in a lovely little paper shopping bag.
Now at my work, which shall remain nameless and shameless, there are no recycling facilities and thus, into the bin goes my paper bag of plastic wrappings. If you think about every person in London City, and how much waste each of those sole individuals can create just by eating lunch. Anyhow, that is the end of my side note. I can’t save the world on tiramisu alone.