Having had a surprisingly big lunch, when we have a lighter, earlier dinner, we do so knowing that I’m going to treat myself to a Milk Bar trip for something to have later in the evening once firmly ensconced in my pyjamas. I don’t, however, know at that point what I’m going to have. The last time I visited, I was only able to get a slice of cake, as their drink machine was out of order. So this time, in an ad hoc manner, I decide to double down. First up, a cereal milk milkshake, which is one of my favourite milkshakes I’ve had - topped with cornflakes, it really genuinely does taste like cereal milk. To follow, much later, is a slice of their quadruple chocolate cake - the sponge is oddly dry, but the ganache is lovely and does actually bind the sponge together quite well. It takes me the next morning to finish it, but what’s the harm in a little chocolate cake for breakfast on holiday?