Only ever visited Gr*ggs once on account of requiring a sausage roll. Limpid, pink-centred, air-filled, soft, greasy toss of a thing it was.
This bakery talk has me reminiscing about Leopolds of Cheltenham. Sausage rolls from heaven. Cheese and onion crusty cobs from another dimension, a strong, doorstop cheddary, buttery, squirtingly juicy spanish-onioned perfection of lunchey paradise. The apple turnovers were giant, tart, full, absolutely rammed with fresh cream. Just perfection. Workmates rated their dripping cakes above most all foodstuffs.
So I went Googling just now as haven’t been on a lunchbreak to Leopolds since 1990ish. What do I see on Edinburgh Place? Not Leopolds, no. I see Gr*ggs have taken over. Travesty of vile proportions.
Are Leopolds no more? *sob*.
‘Why obsession with Gr*ggs’? I assume people are resigned to the ongoing cultural collapse – when in Rome etc…