This morning I met a man in a bagel shop and started a
conversation regarding the peanut butter and Nutella cheese cake in front of
us. I don’t make it my habit to talk to strangers in the city, in fact, like
all Londoners, quite the reverse, but the sight of this cheese cake was too
exceptional not to comment on. It was overwhelmingly gorgeous. The conversation quickly moved to nutrition and
he very sincerely advised me not to eat potatoes too late at night (as it may be fatal) or more than
6 or 7 bananas in a day. I didn’t laugh; he was being serious. But who is in
danger of eating 6 or 7 bananas in one day?! He did look like he did body
building for a living, so maybe that’s it. (Also he was eating a turkey bagel
for breakfast, which proves it). Maybe this is why Londoners don’t talk to
strangers - you never know what strange (and potentially ill-applicable) advice you might get.
However, if anyone is interested in seeking out the type of
cheese cake that will make you too forget your principles regarding stranger
danger, it’s available from the bagel shop on Goswell road.
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