The first thing I noticed when I moved to London? Londoners take waiting in line very seriously. Comically so, in fact. Nevertheless, we certainly won’t wait for any old thing. And lately, foodies have been waiting patiently outside bakeries, flirting with fate, lured by the temptation of finely layered cruffins served hot out of the oven, despite the fact there’s rarely a menu in sight.
But when we live in a city where there’s a Gail’s around every corner, guaranteeing pastries and coffee galore at our any whim, why are we willing to trade in a weekend lie-in for freshly baked goods? I had thought waiting in line was a trigger these days after lockdown. Did we not get enough practice?
