By Lucy Kenningham People in the City are addicted to Farmer J’s large, expensive salad bowls. Why so? It’s a sight straight out of Soviet Russia, or Cold War era Dresden. Queues of people lining up in the hurling rain down wide, central streets of a capital city. But this isn’t the German Democratic Republic, and it’s not the 1980s. No one need queue for bread. It’s 2024, and I’m standing outside a Farmer J in the decidedly un-Soviet City of London. If you work in central London, you can’t have missed it: the queues of gilet-clad men and high-heeled women waiting, come rain or shine, not just…