I’m 41. It’s not my first bacon and fried eggcob/roll/bap/sandwich but never before has anyone offered to break my yolk.

What’s that all about? Is it some sort of northern delicacy?

Banjo prevention.

Flirting with you

Yoke

Yolk

Is it like toss the salad?

Sorry for my fat fingers, I was pleased I stoped it from saying york.

How does it save you from the banjo? Surely it just presents the risk sooner.

It means that more of the yolk will soak into the bread and thereby reduce the consumer’s exposure to hot, runny, protein-rich fluid

Stoped

My mate once ordered a double fried egg bap from a butty van. The woman told him to watch the yolks. He nodded and confidently exclaimed he could handle it.
We stood back in awe as he managed to squeeze what seemed like a gallon of yolk down his jacket. Much merryment ensued on our behalf. The woman just shook her head and turned away.

So many possible innuendo’s in this thread.

Did you have your baps buttered as well???

I’ve told this tale of horror before.
Went into a cafe and ordered a bacon and egg sandwich.
Skinny white bread buttered then the bacon was popped into the microwave.
Bad. It got worse because a pre cooked fried egg was then zapped as well.
He was not English I’m pleased to say.

bacon was popped into the microwave.
Bad. It got worse because a pre cooked fried egg was then zapped as well.

I can only begin to feel your pain. I assume you never, ever, went back there.

Amazing experience in the factory canteen where I used to work, typically the bacon/breakfast sandwiches were REALLY good.

Got down there late one morning and all of the bacon for sandwiches had been sold. “No problem” said the cook, and proceeded to deep fry me 4 slices of bacon and dump them in a roll without even a complementary pat with the kitchen towel. The worst bacon sandwich I have ever had.

bacon was popped into the microwave.
Bad. It got worse because a pre cooked fried egg was then zapped as well.

I can only begin to feel your pain. I assume you never, ever, went back there. left the wretched excuse for a bacon and egg butty still steaming and limp on the counter and walked out with a deep, mournful sigh.

FTFY

I like syrup on my knishes.

I can only begin to feel your pain. I assume you never, ever, went back there.

I would hope zippy asked for a refund.