The shock of the new!

Feeling a compulsion for something different, I persuaded the chaps to go to Amici today. A decision I was to rue!
Amici is one of those slick modern bakeries that serve good coffee and attract throngs of nattily-dressed mummies. Their range of agreeable-looking pastries and sandwiches is quite comprehensive and, somewhat bamboozled by the choice, I settled on a Tandoori Chicken salad roll. This is a combination I normally shun, but some hidden urge seemed to guide my choice today.
Sadly, every suspicion I had ever harboured about this kind of populist fusion food was realised as I grudgingly bit through the chipboard-like crust and into the arid core.
The chicken was dry and lacking in any discernible flavour, while the bread was bordering on stale. In fact, only the cucumber saved me from choking on this miserable artefact, and my determination to finish the thing was quickly rewarded with pangs of indigestion.
Annoyed, I vowed to make the best of the situation and ran inside to buy something from Amici’s tempting sweet selection. I settled on a custard doughnut, thinking that they would be hard-pressed to stuff this one up… how wrong I was! The dough was dry and the custard rather bland. It lacked the gooey moreishness that characterises even the lowliest doughnut. How could they get it so wrong?
The other chaps both had roast beef and mustard rolls and were extraordinarily pleased with their choice, so I am left with a nagging uncertainty about the whole experience. I will be re-visiting Amici soon to unearth the real truth.

Hopefully tomorrow will tell a different tale, as my culinary exploration of Chapel St and environs continues unabated!