Contrary to what Kerry Katona wants you to believe, anywhere that sells a frozen 75 piece Indian platter for £4 ought to be avoided at all costs. In fact, anywhere where a cheese and onion quiche is entirely indistinguishable from a chocolate marble cheesecake ought never to be entered.
Often attached to motorway service stations, Spar is always unreasonably warm. While buying one of its air-tight, packaged sandwiches is probably the worst thing you could ever do, some of them have those instant Costa coffee machines in them. And they’re jazzy.
A mixed bag. About half of them don’t have windows and compensate by being so aggressively air-conditioned that you need to wear snow boots and a bear skin hat to enter them. But the other 50% have a cheerful village shop vibe and are filled with friendly staff. Ever a gamble.