High fidelity pleasure

LUNCH, like dieting or fidelity, means many things to many people.

For some it’s a day-dreaming respite in the working day, a sarnie-in-a-coma washed down with some paper-cup coffee too hard to enjoy, or maybe one of those multi-course nothings at a Chinese restaurant.

Still more sift through little piles of seeds and nuts and wash them down with water spiked with a dash of lemon juice concluding, only on a gala occasion, with an over-ripe banana.