You exit the ground mid way through the last quarter on a cold, wintry night.
Essington turned up again, and you’ve seen enough.
Stomach is rumbling something chronic, but this time, you need to satisfy that sweet tooth.
You don’t need to walk far, and there it is greeting you like an old friend.
The familiar white van selling bags of pure heaven.
No brainer here…proceed to join the queue of people.
BUT WAIT…
Whilst making your way to the back of the line, you notice a different Vendor nearby.
The sign says ‘Churro’.
Upon closer inspection, you see that they also come with a choice of dipping sauce (dark chocolate, milk chocolate or caramel).
You think to yourself…“they’re European aren’t they” ?
Your aspirations of becoming just that little bit more cultured are perhaps only minutes away.
