A FRIEND of mine at work asked me to collect a baguette for her lunch yesterday, so I popped down to Leaf, a funky little salad and sandwich bar at the bottom of Fort Dunlop where our offices are based.
"Chicken baguette please, with lettuce and tomato," I requested.
"Would you like cooked chicken?" was the reply from the stony-faced catering assistant.
"Er, yes please," I said, wondering what the alternative was.
"Anything else with that?" she asked.
A side order of salmonella, perhaps?