The Lunch Box

The Lunch Box are the bullies who take your lunch money and leave you still feeling a mite peckish.
They usually say that you get what you pay for. But at the lunch box you’ll pay a premium for some egg mayo schmeared across a slice of bread with a wilt of lettuce, and you’ll have over much more than you’ve got in pocket change.
The staff are friendly, so heading in isn’t too much of a chore, and there’s usually seating if you don’t want to dine al desko.
Coffee is adequate, but nothing the write home about.
It’s worth the walk to nearby cafes towards Kensington or the other direction towards Hammersmith.

I was in Hammersmith and looking for a fresh cut sandwich. With a name like «The Lunch Box», this place seemed worth a try.
I walked in and was browsing the extensive menu of sandwiches and jacket potatoes when the woman behind the counter asked what I wanted. I said I was still deciding and she appeared annoyed and stared at me until I decided.
I asked for a plain chicken and salad with mayo on a large roll, but was then asked what kind of chicken as she pointed to various bowls of chicken/​mayonnaise mix and then told they didn’t have any large rolls left. I said I’d take any roll they had, along with the closest thing to plain chicken.
I handed over £4 for bland chicken mayo and salad on a little roll in a takeaway paper bag. Surprisingly it was served on a paper plate inside the bag, but that won’t be enough to make me go there again.