Euston Sandwich Bar, Fitzrovia
370 Euston Road
020 7387 5538
by Blake Pudding
“She’s Portuguese, look they sell those delicious custard tarts.”
“Everywhere sells those now. They are delicious though, aren’t they?”
“I’m positive she’s Portuguese.”
“Barbara,” I called out. “Are you Polish or Portuguese?”
“I’m Polish,” Barbara said, looking offended. “The Portuguese are a miserable bunch, though they do make those delicious custard tarts - I love them.”
We were sitting at the best table in the Euston Sandwich Bar opposite Great Portland Street Station. It was the kind of table Michael Winner would insist on were he to frequent this august establishment. I was with top London publisher, Henry Jeffreys. When he suggested a breakfast meeting, I thought he was going to choose some ghastly Soho media venue so was pleasantly surprised when he picked this place.
“Gentlemen?” Barbara hovered imperiously.
We both went for bacon, egg and chips with tea of course and without beans, which we both consider a ridiculous throwback to a time when you couldn’t buy fresh vegetables and everything came in tins. Need I say that the food was superb? The chips were of the thin cut variety and, I mean this as high compliment, better than those in McDonald’s. The bacon was elegantly crisped and the eggs were pink, pert and runny.
Henry then held forth rather aimlessly on bookish topics such as “wither the high street retailer”, but to be honest I wasn’t listening. Instead I admired the feast in Formica that is the Euston Sandwich Bar and basked in a reverie of satiety so different from the continental mania one gets from coffee and custard tarts.