Good Food Blog
Snack attackPosted at 2:59PM, 03 March 2008 by Graham Holliday - Blogger
It's nuts. On the one hand you've got Jamie Oliver screaming the British school dinner system down, pimping greens on the nation's youth, while out on the street it's a snack jungle out there.
Within two minutes of passing through passport control at London's Heathrow airport I wheeled my battered Samsonite through the green channel, cameraphone at the ready looking for what Britain has to offer visitors straight off the plane. I wanted to know what the first thing I could buy and eat would be on British soil.
Having lived in France for almost two years I've come to appreciate the relative lack of snack shops, the lo-fi presence or non-existence of junkfood at airports, train and bus stations. This is to the point where, if I do hit a must-have-a-chocolate-bar-or-the-puppy-gets-it moment I need to work to get my fix. There's not a cornershop on every street corner of France and of those that do exist not every one sells foil wrapped pap bent on blasting a lightning bolt through my serotonin. In France you have to toil to get your junk fix. In Britain, apparently, it greets you off the plane with a warm, artery-furring hug that says 'eat me and get one free'.
Chocolate, Jelly Babies and sugar coated sweets, "2 for £8", "4 for 3", "3 for 2", maxipacks and jumbo-sized choco bars aplenty - this is the first thing you see that you can eat when you enter Britain. If you're taking the train into central London, as I did, this is the second thing you see that you can eat. Jamie, airports next please. Then I have a feeling we'll need to take a look at the train stations.