Lunchathon Day 15: the underground

A lovely summers day outside today. What better way to celebrate this gift from the gods with a delicious 12 inch steak and cheese sub from Subway? Sadly, my camera refused to retain the image I took of said sub, so I have taken a snap of it's final resting place instead. R.I.P. my slightly too dry meaty friend.

BREAKING NEWS!
For your extra enjoyment reader, I have created a Google Map of my gastronomic exploits. I'm sure you'll agree, it's about time.

Lunchathon Day 14: posh mush

A gratis lunch today on behalf of Grand Union, my beloved employer. The grub was supplied by Posh Nosh somewhere out in London. The food was sufficiently posh looking, but a little heavy. It consisted of a very dense mushroom risotto. I sneaked in a few medallions of chorizo to add some flesh to the meal. A welcome low budget lunch.

Lunchathon Day 13: finally

It had to happen sooner or later. The Nandos has been hit on my wallet/gut busting skip across the lunch-fandango. To keep things lite, I had the trim meal of chicken in pita with it's pals cheese and the pineapple. Fries also turned up. Glee.

Lunchathon Day 12: cheap as chips (and a club sandwich)

In response to yesterdays disastrous lunch, I visited a chicken rotisserie establishment that I have heard amazing things about. I ordered the chicken club sandwich with fries to go. Whilst i waited for the divine creation, i noticed me and my weird brother were the only people in there apart from a couple sitting at a table. It was a bad sign. The club sandwich arrived. It was very heavy work for such a small package. Thankfully, it was only £7.50. I think we both know who the winner is here.

Lunchathon Day 11: breaking the glass

EMERGENCY! I worked through lunch, a tragedy in it's own right. This meant i had no time to run out and grab a quick 3 course meal. I foraged in the kitchen and discovered a process called "toasting". I used my new skill to create "toast". I subjected said toast to a smear of Anchor Spreadable, and Tesco's own peanut butter. It served as a meagar, but hole filling lunch.

Lunchathon Day 10: not the burger i was looking for

After being initially DEVASTATED by being told All Bar One was out of burgers... my heart was lifted by a splendid grilled chicken sandwich with posh chutney and stuff. This was food for a covert meeting for *Project X* with 2 suspicious guests.

Lunchathon Day 9: good burger

my first "Friday Lunch" as they call it around these parts. After much deliberation, we went to The Castle. NOT the same Castle as Day 7 readers! Another one. After laughing till the brink of piss at Pikey's spectacular veggie option lunch, I tucked into a really rather wizard burger. It feature cheese + bacons + chutney. Tops.

On the way home i saw Gilbert and George.

Lunchathon Day 8: !

Today i could not really be bothered to go far, so I hit one of the local food shops. I've been putting this off as much as possible, as at some point I will surely be too busy to venture too far at lunch, so these local stores could be a god send on such a terrible day. So i joined Pikey and G for a trip to Apostrophe. G has often regaled the extreme poshness of the store, but on entering the premises, i realised he has over hyped it to a level not witnessed since the Future of Web Design conference from yesterday. I had a fairly standard salami and roasted pepper ciabatta style creature. The bread was not to my liking and it seemed overly oily. A real shame I'm sure you'll all agree.

Lunchathon Day 7: star blind

Today's lunch was a pair of smashing bangers on smashing mash. The venue for this sausagey feast was The Windsor Castle. This place has little doorways you have to crouch right down to pass through. The quaint novelty is soon lost when you're carrying a round of sherrys. My phototaking skills were a little slow as I was star struck owing to sitting next to Lord Longleat, who happens to be amusingly insane looking.

Here's Lord Longs, and G trying to fathom how lunch could have cost us 16 clams each. You'd have thought 2 years in Notting Hill would have taught him something.

Lunchathon Day 6: bulk on a budget

As part of my quest, I'm forced to take on treturous missions of discovery to find far and exotic new eateries. Today I took a spine wracking trip down to Holland Park. I was joined by my faithfully sidekick bro Kato. He observed how the streets in these parts are roamed solely by disgustingly posh rich folk or builders. I concurred to the accuracy of his musing. After scouting out a few posh spots for future lunches, I fell back to a Tesco Metro to engage in a trio of Moroccan cous cous salad, a pot of olives and feta, and we shared a chicken Cesar wrap. It was hearty and cheap. A rare thing for this land of money mulchers.

Lunchathon Day 5: back to basics

After browsing High Street Ken for a bluetooth headset (yes, I really did) I wanted something fast, simple, and trustworthy... good old Pret Ham and Grieve Baguette™. It really is a terribly flawless face hole filler.

Lunchathon Day 4: that's a wrap!

Another swift retreat to Leather Lane offered me the opotunity to feast away from The Hill. After collecting a shiny new red bowler hat from the market, I met a fellow named Rupert and we popped into Tiffin Cafe. I had a fairly poor Corination Chicken wrap and tea served in a cup.

Lunchathon Day 3: snake burger

"PUB LUNCH!" barked Mr Bob. So pub lunch it was. As a freshman to the area, I took the advice of others and we went to some pub that i have forgotten the name of. I had a snake (see: chicken) burger of extreme magnificence. The mighty thing had a friggin egg in there! I also enjoyed a refreshing fizzy larger in a glass.

Lunchathon Day 2: from the ashes...

We four strong, forged our journey brave and true into the heart of poshest Notting Hill. Our destination... Fresh and Wild. The fabled posh salad shop patronised by only the most foolhardy cash heavy traveller.

It was shut. The man, who was oddly dressed ready to serve, told us they're moving to High St Ken. After a brief group sob, we sank even deeper into the sick twisted avenues of Portabello. One of our brave fell to the heavy demands of the trek. He sadly died. Poor Pikey.

The brave three continued toward the promise of Babylon styled feasting. We found it in the form of Sausage and Mash Cafe. I had one chilli banger, one Cumberland banger, parsnip mash, mush gravy. It was better than you can imagine.


Stuart very kindly destroyed any left over beans and mushy peas. A gentleman.

Lunchathon Day 1: It begins...

A new job and a new Challenge Anika style quest. Instead of trying to build orphanages that collapse after a week, I intend to make my challenge stand the test of time. I pledge to eat lunch at a different location every day until i get bored of the idea.

Day One:
after a swift pilgrimage to Leather Lane I snatched a fist full of the Ham and Grieve Baguette. A flawless mouth stuffing feast. To those who are saying "HA! He's burnt his Pret ticket already! What a twonk!" you're wrong you morons. It's location based. I can visit every Pret in London and still win win WIN!