All this talk of butties reminded me of one trip south a transport cafe somewhere near the Shap at 3 in the morning   -   Ahhhhhhhh now theres butty heaven real soul food.

What ever happened to real transport caffs two doors one for poncy car drivers wie poncy prices and one for real men ;) lino floor formica tables and plenty of stodge. Mind you some of them did the best damned home cooked food youve ever tasted and in quantities that would have sunk a battleship.