Ah, the up sell.
As a nation I don't think we're very good at this, certainly outside the world of five-star hotels and fine-dining, it's an alien art for Brits.
For example, having just been for a bite in my local Fuller's pub here in sunny Sutton, the staff mentioned the specials board to me, which was a decent start, but rather threw it away with a, shall we say, amusingly poor attempt at up sell.
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There's nothing quite like snuggling down in a darkened room with a big bag full of popcorn.
We all know that feeling - one hand compulsively scooping handfuls of crunchy, salty, sweet or sticky corn puffs into the mouth while the other partially covers a fearful eye as the drama plays out onscreen.
You know you've had a good film when you stand up resembling a human corn morsel - corn stuck in your teeth, crumbs down your front and remnants in your hair.
It's noisy, smelly and messy - but that's just part of the fun. Or that's what I thought until it emerged at the weekend that one of the UK's most successful arthouse cinema groups has made the remarkable decision to faze out popcorn in some of its cinemas.
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