I am feeling rather pleased with myself. Honestly, I'm like the cat that got the cream.
We've boarded the Eurostar to Brussels with quite the feast. A feast that even got a "shit, you've done well" look from the woman sitting opposite us.
We have snacks from our local Italian deli, Terroni's. A whole buffalo mozzarella. Yes, a whole mozzarella. A spoonful of olives and a small tub of cheese stuffed peppers and six slices of fennel salami, three each.
We've eaten most of our Italian snacks before the train has even left the station. Not to worry, there are also wraps from M & S - one of the chicken, salad and hummus variety, the other chicken and bacon Caesar.
We have a bottle of rosé and paper cups for drinking it from. We even have paper serviettes for mopping our sticky little fingers.
There were little packets of spicy chilli corn chips that we ate while sitting in the pen of passengers at St Pancras. Good for whiling away the time, I always arrive too early.
I think to myself, perhaps I will get into catering for locomotive journeys.
Once the train is moving, and the wine is flowing, I start Googling the best train journeys from London and in Europe. The Orient Express comes up. I look into how much that will cost us.
We will be sticking with my catering and budget fare tickets.
Who needs the Orient Express anyway, when you have my bag of tricks to eat and drink?
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Phil is asleep. I pour wine into his paper cup. The woman opposite us laughs as I do. I should really offer it to her.
Phil wakes up, lifts his replenished cup, and says, “oooh!”
Good food and good service. This is my business case.
