I was a little grumpy, which is not the best mood when you have a first date after work.
And then I decided that I hadn’t spent enough time on the transport network going to and from the office to sit by myself all day not talking to anyone, except in a 2 hour meeting, that I’d go back to Paddington train station.
And visit Upper Crust.
I’ve always thought of these chain places as being pretty shit, you know the other ones like Pasty Co and…well I cannot remember their names, they are probably all called Upper Crust. I had possibly the world’s most miserable ever sausage sandwich at one of these type of stalls in King’s Cross once.
Anyway, Upper Crust in Paddington has a rating of 4.7 on Google Maps. So maybe it is good?
Upper Crust pretty much sell just baguettes, though I was tempted by the feta and spinach melt.
My eyes was on the chicken and avocado salad baguette though – a baguette because I needed something filled with the nervous joys of a first date to get through that evening.
I sat down outside to watch the golf in the rain – and to compound the misery of golf, my baguette had become very crusty, in the upper realms of possibility.
The filling was generous enough for £5.99, no complaints there – certainly more generous than Pret.
The chicken was fine, avocado silky, mayo light and minimum, with no complaints about the salad, if nothing especially interesting either.
But, holy crust, the baguette was overcooked and stale.
A score of 4.7 out of 10 (definitely not a Google star rating) due to how miserable eating the baguette was.
Of course, I spilled some avocado on my crotch. And no, there will be no second date. Gosh I hate the London dating scene even more than burnt baguettes.