A late lunch for me, nearly 4pm!! Not too out of the ordinary for me, but perhaps a little later. Still, point is, I’m sat here now with a half-eaten Jacket potato and looking forward to eating that second half.
It’s a good jacket, though oddly it’s quite burnt on the outside and I haven’t been given a plastic knife, just a little plastic fork which makes it thoroughly tough to eat. I’ve gone for a beans and cheese combination for my jacket, it’s fantastically cooked on the inside, the beans and cheese have melted together in a big splodge of loveliness. My arteries harden… then immediately soften in the knowledge that it’s going to be so tasty it’d be very unfair to bring on a heart-attack. At least until I’m finished.
It’s served in the same container as a kebab which is slightly less good. In fact, in terms of presentation, it’s a bit of a wash-out. Disappointing.