Be warned: the queue for the till can feel like a pilgrimage. You’ll stand there, clutching your bag of multicoloured beans, while a family of tourists debates the merits of the blue versus the brown M&M keychain. Stay strong.
While you wait, you can stare at the giant red M&M spinning in the window. It’s hypnotic. I swear I saw it wink at me once. It was probably just a trick of the light, but it added to the weird charm of the place.
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The Main Event: Taking a Bite
You finally get home, tear open your plastic tube, and grab a handful. Are they any different from the M&M’s you buy at the corner shop? No. Not at all. They taste exactly the same.
But somehow, because you bought them from a four-story shrine in Leicester Square, they taste magical. They taste like a holiday, like a silly impulse, like a story you can tell your friends. “Oh, I got these from the M&M store in London!” you’ll say, as if they’re rare diamonds.
