It really is, or at least it can be. Of course I logically know that I can go into a cafe and order all sorts of exciting things with sauces and chutneys and sides et al, dishes that I wouldn’t or couldn’t cook at home, but sometimes all I really want is a delicious piece of toasted sourdough with perfectly grilled cheese on top and a ‘garnish’ of salt and cracked black pepper. Delicious!

I actually ordered it today because, well, I didn’t know what to order, but then I got food envy from the two year old sitting at the next table, and I said to the waiter ‘I’ll have what the two year old is having’.

Decision sorted!