What do you get if you cross black pudding, sausage meat and secret seasoning with a humble pickled egg? Only the finest new export from Manchester…
Would it taste as I remembered? It had been the most exciting gastronomic experience I had had in months. But it had been enveloped in an alcohol-induced memory haze. Now here I was in the thin light of a wintry afternoon, about to do it again, only cold-sober.
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