Within seconds of walking into the empty cafe, a salesgirl is asking what I want and hovering over me as I consider the cryptic menu. She’s wearing activewear, a red-tip French manicure and thick strips of false lashes. The Biscoff shake, she tells me, is her favourite, as she presses me for my order. The menu comprises nutrition shakes and “loaded” teas. It lists flavours but not ingredients. “So, are the shakes fruit and yoghurt,” I ask, “or …”
“They’re protein shakes,” she says, and when I ask what, exactly, is in them, she tells me it’s Herbalife protein. I ask for more detail.
“Um.” Stumped, she calls the manager. He’s young, friendly and eager to assist. I feel bad that I’m pretending not to know anything about his business,…
