Salad Factory

Those of you who have read my shaky handed, weak stomached caffeine-​explosion-​on-​an-​empty-​gut story about Paddington Station might be wondering where I obtained the meal that went some length to *sorting me out* during such a traumatic experience. I only said might. Come on, I know you have better things to do than ponder my digestive discomforts.
Anyway. Salad Factory looked exactly like what I needed. It was fast approaching lunchtime anyway and I grabbed what was called a ‘detox’ salad bowl. Bear in mind (bear! Paddington! Well…) that these are London prices, and a salad and smoothie cost me the best part of £10, but by then I was willing to eat the Paddington Bear bronze statue if it’d stop my fingers from flailing wildly.
The result? Salad Factory is okay. Not nearly worth the price, but at train stations you’re limited, let’s face it. I’d go back if needs be as I’d rather stuff my face with lettuce and falafel than a squished burger and soggy fries. Although those do have their place. Now, let’s talk about that falafel. I know the stuff can be dry, but really, does it have to be the equivalent of chowing down on a serviette? The dressing was balsamic vinegar alone, a fine addition which went some way to moistening the carpet-​like falafel but only just. Basically I ate the entire thing because I knew I needed it.
Next time I’m at a Salad Factory I’ll ensure I’m there earlier to try out their breakfast porridge. Even if it was cement-​like, it’d have gone down better and been more hearty. And as for the room temperature, dangerously thin smoothie — I like my smoothies thick. I like them more pulp, less juice. This did not suffice.
Nevertheless it gets an extra star from me because it sorted out my caffeine shakes and made me feel healthy and human again, and for that I’m eternally grateful!