Lunchtime trauma

It's the age old question - why is it that the comfy chairs are in Pret, but the better sandwiches in Eat?? Why must I be forced to choose between eating a sub-standard, over-priced tuna baguette sitting on a plush mini sofa, and munching on a tasty, spilling-from-the-edges sandwich on a cold, hard, backless stool?  And what's more is that Pret and Eat are next door to each other, making the tantalising chairs or the sumptuous sandwiches (depending on which lesser of two evils I've chosen that day) just an outstretched arm's length away.  The drudgery of 9 to 5 is harsh enough, without having this anguish thrown in my face everyday.  That's it - tomorrow I'm making a stand.  Either I buy an Eat sandwich and brazenly sit down with it in Pret's luxurious surroundings, or I drag a Pret recliner through the street and enjoy it in amongst Eat's otherwise stringent furniture.  Hmmm, how to decide...