July 6th, 2013

Fair Trade

Brown as a Nut

The new Kings Cross. Truly a glorious new building. Gone are the grimy corners and dead eyed prostitutes of old. Instead there is an inspiring concourse roof, clean surfaces and open space. Ok, so we lost the glorious cast iron walkway from the main station, to be replaced by a fairly soulless frosted glass bridge, all be it with lifts, but all in all the revamp is something of a triumph, despite the fact that I miss the slightly seedy 1970s extension. However, the other day I was struck by an obvious flaw. There is no Burger King. Or McDonald's. Now, don't get me wrong, these are ghastly places to eat, but should you want a cheap burger, fried pie with molten hot filling and a milkshake the new Kings Cross is not the place for you! Sure, you can get designer bean shoot salad, frappe-smoothies, gourmet chocolate and some weird kind of fusion food, as well as several different pastries and coffee blends, but a medium frys? Good luck! I guess it's just not cool enough.

They do have a Cornish pastie place. Which I suppose is nice. However, it proudly says on the wall that their food is prepared in Cornwall. This is supposed to make the food more attractive. How? How is this a good thing? Are there some kind of magical fairies that sprinkle pixie dust on food prepared in that part of the West-County, making it taste far, far better than any place else? Because that's the only reason I can think of to suggest that food prepared hundreds of miles away, frozen, and then shipped into London is in any way better than food prepared fresh and locally. The fact that you make this stuff in Cornwall is bad, not good.

In a similar vein, a little while ago I was at the milkshake place at the Galleria. I looked up at the menu and noticed they had creatine and protean powder available. I thought I'd treat myself to one. So sorry, I was told, but they no longer offer creatine. Confused I asked why not. It turned out that a few weeks earlier someone had said that creatine could actually be bad for a persons health. And so the manager had decided to withdraw it. I nodded, having researched the possible risks myself. I then pointed at the entire wall of sweets, biscuits, cakes and pure sugars, all of which were just waiting to be blended with ice cream and fed to any member of the public who happened by and asked for it. I asked if they had ever heard of the health risks of excessive sugar consumption and it's link to diabetes and could they please pass on my concerns to the manager. They said they would. I left with a knowing smile, but no milkshake.