Knife edge / Table manners are toast |
Food courts appear to be everywhere in London at the moment and, for reasons too boring to go into here, I found myself at three of them across the capital in the space of four days last week. (Yes, before you ask, I am beginning to question my life choices as a result.)
Not that there is anything innately wrong with food courts as a concept, of course. If you’ve been to one, you’ll know the drill, which is essentially that they are semi-industrial spaces lined with vendors plying all manner of street food from locations that aren’t too challenging to the average British diner.
The fashionable new breed of food courts are often branded as ‘food halls’ or ‘food markets’, but essentially they still offer the same sort of experience as the shopping mall and airport food courts of old. There’ll be lobster rolls, there’ll be ‘premium’ fried chicken (a misnomer if ever I heard one); there’ll be California rolls, pad Thai, pizza and the kind of gout-inducing burgers that look better on Instagram than they feel in your stomach. There’ll also be a bar, music........