When growing up I would often go on deliveries with my Dad who drove lorries (trucks) for a living, Breakfast would often be taken at wonderfull unhealthy greasyspoon type road side cafes.

While they were never as clean as some might like they produced the best bacon or sausage sandwhiches ever, I have not tasted their like since. Oh and huge mugs of tea.

The best one was half way between Banbury and Oxford, sadly it no longer exists.

Sledge