The Full Salad

Here I am in Cardiff in my £14/night dorm room which, considering I booked it sight unseen for 10 nights despite its being £10 less per night than any other option has turned out to be a miraculously lovely place to stay. One conference down, one to go. In the meantime, I'm taking in the cultural highlights of Cardiff:
and working on the presentation for the second conference. This I do mostly on the train. My modus operandi so far has been to make elaborate plans for the day involving rising at dawn, then to oversleep, necessitating a revision in The Plan, then to miss the relevant train and, BritRail pass in hand, take whatever train is next to leave from Cardiff Central. Today I wound up in Portsmouth.
It took me a while to figure out where and what to eat on my first day here. I wound up ducking into a coffee shop in Royal Arcade where I asked for a piece of the quiche behind the glass. "Do you want the full salad with that?" "Sure." I figured, it's salad, how bad can it be?


This bad:

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