Blogue d'un québécois expatrié en Angleterre. Comme toute forme d'autobiographie est constituée d'une large part de fiction, j'ai décidé de nommer le blogue Vraie Fiction.
Monday, 22 May 2017
The sandwiches at Greggs
I had wanted to blog about it a while ago, but never got round to it until now. Anyway, our little posh town last year (I think it was last year) got a Greggs counter in one of our petrol station. Sometimes, you don't need much to be happy, or at least to be contented. And this is what happens when I eat something from Greggs. It is one of my guilty pleasures. So when I am both hungry and lazy, I buy myself a tuna sub like the one you see on the picture. This goes way back and it has something to do with my first time in England as a resident. Back in 1999, when I came here to do my Master degree, my very first lunch in England was a tuna sandwich from Greegs. At that time, it was a tuna sandwich and the bread was a bloomer, but still. Nothing tastes like comfort and security like these. So every time I eat a sandwich from there, I think about that first lunch.