The Aberdeen Buttery or Rowie. Basically, 3 croissants compacted together with added lard and salt. Perfect warm with an unhealthy drizzle of golden syrup. Fortifies one to brave the nippy northern airs of a morning.
the chippy near us used to do battered jam butties. Magical, they were. Apart from the 600 degree C jam in your mouth. And the white Warby’s bread that soaked up half a litre of cooking fat per slice.
Chippy in Podsmead, Gloucester would deep fry pretty much any food you took in. All kinds of chocolate including creme eggs. Then they did pizza slices and if you were feeling exceptionally lardy – deep fried chips. Obviously chips are deep fried anyway, but in this case they coated them in batter first and the result was an enormous modge of battery chips.
As a recent incomer to the Teesside area I take my hat off to the Parmo. Horrific to look at but incredible all the same. Best consumed after epic endevours on the bike.
the chippy near us used to do battered jam butties.
One of the caterers serving the film industry up here does sandwich pakoras. Not a pakora in a sandwich but a sandwich in a pakora. They’re actually pretty good too.
Wow! I haven’t had a Fray Bentos Kate and Sidney pie for years. I absolutely loved them at Uni (first time around). I could easily eat a whole large one. The trick was trying to get the “pastry” to rise, which didn’t always happen. Either way, they were still nice.
Burek, had it in Slovenia, it’s a bit like pizza but with the topping inside flaky pastry. Greasy, lips and asshole reconstituted ham, cheap cheese but addictive as hell.
Cheap white bread, cheese, sliced pickled onions and salad cream sandwich! Don’t know what it is but the combination has me drooling! It has to be cheap bread though!
When a pig has shat in your head, only one thing will cut it….
If one of those beauties (washed down with full fat coke) won’t shift your hangover, then you might not make the day.
The double sausage and egg Macmuffin is a reason in itself to drink excessively 🙂
Has to be Hollands Meat Pies for me. Growing up in Liverpool these were a staple from the chippy in a ‘pie dinner’ with chips peas and gravy. I live down south now and it’s all pukka pies which are shit. I still have to indulge in these when I go back home. Christ knows what’s in them. I don’t think they know themselves hence the simple catch all ‘meat pie’ name. Lovely though!