@bigvimto @aaron @FloatingOnion
When I was rather younger - like, almost 50 years ago - the social club over the main road from where my nan & grandad lived had a pie man who visited on Saturday nights.
As soon as he started unloading trays from his van, the nearest person to the door had a duty: walk into the main club, which was not a small place, and yell "PIES ARE 'ERE!".
Mayhem. But my word, he supplied some *glorious* meat & potato, steak & ale, or cheese & onion pies.
*burp*
