As long as I've worked in the city centre I've packed my lunch full of meal deals and whatever could be stolen from my kitchen. The occasional splurge for a Subway is a nice payday treat but I've lacked a happy medium between tasty and non-processed food that won't break the bank. On my way through Mann Island , mid-conversation with a friend who was debating where we should grab a coffee, we came eye-to-eye with Franco's Ice Cream.
You're greeted by a lovely staff member who makes you feel like you have a long, intertwined history. You're not speaking to a barista or sandwich maker, you're speaking to someone who feels like a friend. I've spent the majority of my time nattering away in the window without considering my food and drink are getting cold. I didn't care. Carol, who simultaneously manages to say so much but nothing at all, is delightful every time I've stopped by.