Communicate. Convey. Indicate. Show. Demonstrate etc.
To express, the act or rather an act. A form of expression. Yeah, maybe. We constantly being told that we are what we eat but no, that doesn't work for me.
To go fast. As in a train. An express train.
Express diner is just a spin on the term " fast food " then. Fast eating? No, surely not.
When all is said and done it's just another fast-food outlet. I'll go along with that.
Am I stating the obvious here?
All this thinking and the indulgence of nonsensical imaginings gave me the push that was needed and so, yesterday lunchtime, not heavily laden with shopping, with nothing in need of refrigeration, and after a few minutes deliberation at the entrance, I walked into my Local Asda Express Diner.
The service counter that meets and greets as you walk in is brightly lit, airy, and looks spotlessly clean as though hygiene wasn't a second thought. Think Mcdonalds without the burgers. A stainless steel counter with glass cabinets displaying cakes buns pastries etc. and a small stack of plastic food trays took back to my teenage days. Does anyone remember Fine Fare Supermarkets? Man that takes me back.
In my home town, must be fifty years since, we had a huge Fine Fare on the edge of what was then a sizable market place. The Cafe' was upstairs and it must have taken up nearly as must floor-space as the shopping area below, or maybe that's just my memory playing tricks but they will have pulled a lot of business from the market traders and shoppers.
Customers would pick up a plastic tray as they queued and then their order would be set upon their tray as they were being served. Then you simply found yourself a table and ate. Just like here in Asda's.
I checked out the hot beverages and cakes as I waited and was somewhat disappointed to see that the only coffees on offer cappuccino, no instant, not for me I'm afraid, and Yorkshire tea. Why Yorkshire? I wondered. Why not? I suppose.
Lists of food options were set in groups such as :
Kids. (Yeah I know, who'd want to eat a kid? Well not a whole one anyway. Raising eyebrows as I type.)
A pound for my ( much maligned one use, such a shame I thought ) paper cup of tea and a pound for my Blueberry muffin, which was very much enjoyed, seemed reasonable. I took my tray and found a small table in a corner as far away from the counter possible then watched the world, and his dog, go by as I sat a while.
People came and went. The place wasn't exactly full to bursting but seemed busy enough though and I couldn't help feeling that people where looking at me and I imagined people thinking, wondering." That old guy in the corner wearing a bright new Hi-viz coat writing in a notebook as he's eating and drinking. Who's he then?" Now I was sitting there looking all around the place trying not to look at anyone but that's half the reason that I go into such places. To observe without, hopefully, being observed. Oh well.
Quite unremarkable. That's got be good hasn't it? Nothing remarkably good to note but not remarkably bad either.
A soft padded bench seating arrangement runs along two walls with rows of small , something like two feet square, tables running parallel. An assortment of green orange and white plastic backed steel chairs set around more tables on a very clean hard tiled floor main dining area. Functional, and very workable, without being disagreeable.
It's funny how we have a tendency to take such things for granted . Nothing to shout about but nothing to complain about either. I shall be going there again I'm sure. Without the bright new Hi-viz coat.