
Inside, a field of formica-topped tables and chairs covered the carpeted expanses of a hangar-like space that seemed permanently on the brink of generalised chaos. People threaded through displaced chairs and tables with laden plastic trays. Everywhere landslides of shopping bags spilled out into the aisles, and children's toys and coats lay unnoticed on the floor. Uniformed workers moved around the tables with big sacks, sweeping the discarded casings of dead lunches, the plastic cartons and cardboard and cellophane, the straws and water bottles and paper napkins, the entire packaged forms of the restaurant's Kids Lunchboxes like an unbroken set of geological remains, into their rustling depths.
Rachel Cusk, Arlington Park (London: Faber and Faber, 2006), 100.