Dear Autogrill,
Thank you for making a stop at a motorway service station an appetising prospect. Maybe it’s only because I associate you with France and my preconceptions about France’s culinary superiority, maybe it’s because I only ever go to you when I’m on holiday when everything tastes better, but nevertheless, your disastrously unappealing logo never fails to awake my motorway-fatigued senses.
Ned