The brief for this afternoon is a vegan place near the theatre, and we are thrilled to find PS Kitchen. It’s only lunch time, so I treat myself to a Shirley Temple, which is oddly nostalgic (memories of my friend Jack’s bar mitzvah [at least I think it was Jack’s, there were a lot in year 8]), and hits the spot without putting me to sleep in the theatre a couple of hours later. It’s a quick bite, but it turns out by no means a small one - I order a chicken caesar wrap which emerges from the kitchen the diameter of my forearm. Impressive though that is, a lot of it is greenery. Good greenery, don’t get me wrong, but greenery nonetheless. I’d describe the pie chart of greenery and non-greenery, but that would just be a cross-section of the wrap itself. The vegan chicken, though, is very good, nice and crispy; the dressing is well distributed; the tomatoes eventually come to the fore. A few of Alasdair’s chips, and the job’s done.