We stood beneath those Dickensian emerald arches and smiled. The spicy smell of paella wafted through the air. Close eyes inhale. Venison sausages with an acidic dijon kick. Close eyes inhale. The sweet aroma of melted English cheddar toasties and heady rich truffle. And my favourite, that irresistible powdery vanilla of freshly made fudge.
We meandered around the stalls and were assailed by samples food at every one. Plump glossy morsels of fresh eggy pasta stuffed with veal. Gooey chocolate brownies. Crumbly pear tartlets. Steaming pieces of venison. I felt like Henry’s seventh wife at a Tudor feast.
Ultimately I settled for a double sausage burger with red onion marmalade encased in a warm English muffin. Terrific choice. Produced by Boston Sausage who specialise in fine Lincolnshire sausages, the burger was a thing of beauty and at £6 you’ll have enough moola left over for the truffle toastie melts and salted caramel fudge.