It can be strangely lonely working in a busy office, compared to being at home, alone in one’s company.
So I popped out at lunch to Barburrito in Paddington Station, to sit by oneself a bit more.
It’s not the most salubrious of places, I plonked myself on one of the tables at the side of the restaurant, and peered down to my side at a Rentokil box and lashings of pigeon shit.
If you’ve had a burrito before, you know how these things work.
Choose your base – I went for the superfood base, choose your filling – I went for pulled pork, and then choose toppings and salsa.
And you end up with something messy, and impossible to photograph.

It was mostly vegetables and juice, inside a (expertly-folded) tortilla wrap. Pulled pork was very, very minimal in amounts – and was mostly juice itself.
Medium salsa added a slight kick, and I do mean slight.
And there was very little flavour kicking around.
Really it was just a sloppy vegetable wrap. If you’ve ever had a burrito in California then this effort from Barburrito is just a joke.
Not for me. Rating of 4.50 out of 10, priced at £11.50.
And then it was back to the office to sit by myself.
































