If you've ever been to a train station in the last ten years you'll know what these are. Not a shop for Twilight fans, Nicola Roberts or Factor 50 users (and don't judge me on this because I've fallen into this category, I'm giving up the fake tan moisturiser and the sun-loungers), but a shop for people who like hot things wrapped up in chunky pastry. The pasty is a British staple, something which the whole country unites in. Southerners may balk at chips with gravy which we Northerners love, we may all be shocked at Liverpudlians and Geordies who like to deep fry both pies and Mars Bars, but the humble pasty is a snack we all rejoice in. Unless we're on diets. Then we just crave them.
I 100% agree with Sam's travelling day food excuse. I do exactly the same. If I've got a long train journey anything goes... sweets (especially sweets), Friij milkshakes, chocolate, dubious sandwiches, honey roasted cashews, and of course pastry goods. Here at these train station outlets you can get the hot, steamy likes of varied steak fillings (vegetables, giant steak, mixed steak, steak and stilton), lamb and mint, Cornish, obviously, chicken and veg, roast pork, vegetable and cheese and onion for the herbivores, and some more unusual offerings like chicken balti, bacon carbonara, cauliflower cheese and cheese, tomato and basil, as well as alternatives like the cheese and ham or chicken and asparagus slice or the classic sausage roll. Plus every pasty is prepared by hand and they use 100% fresh and natural ingredients. Can't argue with that now.
There's something about a pasty and a train journey. In winter, trains tend to be stupidly cold, and a pasty's the perfect thing to warm those winter blues. It's stodge wrapped in more stodge, what more could you ask for? Ditch the low calorie fest and warm yourself with a pasty-induced layer of blubber. It's how the Eskimos do it. Well, not with pasties, but they'd certainly munch them if they were available I'm sure. read more